Methinks I hear my Savior call

1 Methinks I hear my Savior call,
His pleasant voice doth say,
"From tents of ease, and sin, and thrall,
My fair one come away."

2 God's spirit doth his saints adorn,
Like clusters on the vine;
O! 'tis a bright and glorious morn,
To see their graces shine.

3 Dear Savior, here I panting lie,
And long to see thy face;
O Lord! I pray do not deny
A visit of thy grace.

4 Dear Savior come, sweet Jesus come,
I long to hear thy voice;
Jesus ride on, thy power assume,
And make thy saints rejoice.

5 How long shall that bright hour delay.
When will my Lord appear?
I long to see that happy day,
When Jesus will draw near.

6 O! how I long to take my flight,
My soul is on the wing;
I long to see my heart's delight,
And be with Christ my King.

7 Most gracious king, I love thy name,
I long for to adore,
I long to sound thy gracious fame,
Upon the blissful shore.

8 Then let my soul absorbed be,
While God doth me surround,
As a small drop in the vast sea
Is lost and can't be found.

9 I long thy coming to behold,
Then shall thy saints adore;
My ardent wishes can't be told,
So I can say no more.

Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs: for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians 1800