Far from my tho'ts, vain world, be gone;
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.
Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste, above,
Redeeming grace and dying love

Descend from heaven, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings,
And mount, and bear us far above
The reach of all terrestrial things.
Beyond, beyond the starry sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
Where holy pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.
Behold, behold the countless throng,
Arrayed in robes of spotless white!
They sing in joy the thrilling song,
And walk redeemed in love and light!

Thy presence, ever-living God,
Wide through all nature spreads abroad;
Thy watchful eyes, which never sleep,

In every place thy children keen.

To thee we now commit our ways,
And still implore thy heavenly grace:-
O, let thy face upon us shine;
Still guard and guide us. Lord, as thine.