1 How swiftly wafted in a Sigh
Thou god that hear'st the Prayer,
do our Requests invade the Sky
And pierce thy bending Ear!
2 My Suit is made, my Prayer is o'er,
If I but lift my Eye;
Thou gracious Father, canst no more
Not hear, than thou canst die.
3 How shall we thy great Arm revere
Which gives this All to be,
Connects the Center with the Sphere
And spans Infinity?
4 Whate'er our ardent Souls require,
Whate'er we wish is there;
Thy Power exceeds our scant Desire
And blames our partial Prayer.
5 O! how unbounded is thy Love
Which when thou could'st not die,
Descending from thy Throne above
Put on mortality!
6 Thou leav'st thy Father's blissful Face
Our Guilt and Curse to assume,
To burst the Bars that stop'd thy Grace
And make thy Bounty room.
7 Then still let prayer with me remain,
This my Companion be:
So shall I all my wants obtain,
Obtain all Heaven in thee!
Source: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #XXXIX