“I have waited for thy salvation, O Lord.” Gen. 49. 18
I. Watts L.M.
Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone;
Let my religious hours alone;
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire;
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
[The trees of life immortal stand,
In fragrant rows at thy right hand;
And in sweet murmurs by thy side,
Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.
Haste, then, but with a smiling face,
And spread the table of thy grace;
Bring down a taste of truth divine,
And cheer my heart with sacred wine.]
Blest Jesus! what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above,
Redeeming grace and dying love.
Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father’s glories shine;
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen or angels known.