The Cyber Hymnal #12052
Display Title: Forsaken, Yet Hoping First Line: Happy the hours, the golden days Tune Title: LEFFINGWELL Author: Isaac Watts Meter: LM Source: Horae Lyricae and Divine Songs, Book I, 1706
The Cyber Hymnal #12052
1 Happy the hours, the golden days,
When I could call my Jesus mine,
And sit, and view his smiling face,
And melt in pleasures all divine.
2 But now he's gone (O mighty wo!)
Gone from my soul and hides his love!
I hate the sins that griev'd him so,
The sins that forc'd him to remove!
3 Yet let my hope look through my tears,
And spy afar his rolling throne,
His chariot through the cleaving spheres
Shall bring the bright Beloved down.
4 Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills,
My soul springs out to meet him high:
Then shall the conqu'ror turn his wheels
And climb the mansions of the sky.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #395
First Line: | Happy the hours, the golden days |
Title: | Forsaken, Yet Hoping |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Copyright: | Public Domain |