O meet me at the throne of grace

1 Oh! meet me at the throne of grace,
At rosy eve and dewy morn,
And cherish hopes of sweet embrace,
When I from toil to thee return.
I go, my Master's work to do,
His truth to spread, his grace to show;
But while I wander, thoughts of you
Shall ever in my bosom glow.

Chorus:
Oh! meet me at the throne of grace,
At rosy eve and dewy morn;
And cherish hopes of sweet embrace,
When I from toil to thee return.

2 'Tis duty's lofty voice I hear,
And hearing, must obey the sound;
For notes of love and friendship dear
Are in the sovereign echo drown'd.
I seek not fame nor glittering gold,
Nor these could tempt me hence to roam;
But, wandering sheep, stray'd from the fold,
I would to Christ and heaven bring home. [Chorus]

3 Go, stay that trusting heart on heaven,
Let not those tears too freely flow;
And pray that to our love be given
Yet other interviews below;
But if to hearts so intertwined,
His will permit a stroke severe;
If thine the fall, I'll haste to find
Thy rest in yonder happier sphere. [Chorus]

4 Or, if while roving far from thee,
In quest of Israel's wandering sheep,
Shall come my hour of destiny,
And lull me into death's cold sleep;
Then follow thou: oh! speed thy wing,
And to my spirit-mansion come,
While I from heaven's bright walls shall sing
Come home, my love, come quickly home. [Chorus]

Source: The Minstrel of Zion: a book of religious songs, accompanied with appropriate music, chiefly original #78