1 Jesus, we hang upon the word,
Our longing souls have heard from thee;
Be mindful of thy promise Lord,
Thy promise made to such as me,
To such as Sion's paths pursue,
And would believe that God is true.
2 Thou say's, "I will the father pray,
"And he the comforter shall give,
"Shall give him in your hearts to stay,
"And never more his temples leave;
"Myself will to my orphans come,
"And make you mine eternal home."
3 Come, then, dear lord, thyself reveal,
And let the promise now take place;
Be it according to thy will,
According to the word of grace:
Thy sorrowful disciples cheer,
And send us dow the comforter.
4 He visits oft the troubled breast,
And oft relives our sad complaint;
But soon we loe the transient guest,
But soon we droop again and faint,
Repeat the melancholy mean,
"Our joy is fled, our comfort gone."
5 Hasten him, Lord, into each heart,
Our sure inseperable guide;
O may we meet and never part!
O may he in our hearts abide!
And keep his house of praise and prayer,
And rest and reign for ever there!
Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CCVI