1 O Lord, and shall our fainting souls
Thy just displeasure ever mourn?
Thy Spirit grieved, and long withdrawn
Will He no more to us return?
2 Great Source of light and peace, return,
Nor let us mourn and sigh in vain;
Come, repossess our longing hearts
With all the graces of Thy train.
3 This temple, hallow'd by Thy hand,
Once more be with Thy presence blest;
Here be Thy grace anew display'd;
Be this Thine everlasting rest.
Source: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #461