Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#II.LXVIII

II.LXVIII. The humble worship of heaven

1 Father, I long, I faint to see
The place of thine abode:
I’d leave thine earthly courts and flee
Up to thy seat my God!

2 Here I behold thy distant face,
And ’tis a pleasing sight;
But to abide in thine embrace,
Is infinite delight.

3 I’d part with all the joys of sense,
To gaze upon thy throne;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.

4 [There all the heav'nly host are seen,
In shining ranks they move,
And drink immortal vigour in,
With wonder and with love.

5 Then at thy feet with awful fear,
Th' adoring armies fall;
With joy they shrink to nothing there,
Before th' eternal All.

6 There would I vie with all the host
In duty and in bliss;
While less than nothing I could boast,
And vanity confess.]

7 The more thy glories strike mine eyes
The humbler I shall lie;
Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise
Unmeasurably high.

Text Information

• First Line: Father, I long, I faint to see
• Title: The humble worship of heaven
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793

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