Alas, my God, that thou should be
To me so much unknown!
I long to walk and talk with thee,
And dwell before thy throne.
Thou know'st, my soul doth dearly love
The place of thine abode:
No music gives so sweet a sound,
As those two words, "My God."
I long not for the fruit that grows
Within the gardens here;
I find no sweetness in their rose
When Jesus is not near.
Thy gracious presence, O my Christ,
Can make a paradise;
Ah, what are all the earthly pearls,
Unto this pearl of price?
Give me that sweet communion, Lord,
Thy people have with thee;
Thy Spirit daily talks with them,
O let him talk with me.
Like Enoch let me walk with God,
And thus walk out my day,
Attended with the heavenly guards,
Upon the King's highway.
When wilt thou come unto me, Lord?
O come, my Lord, most dear;
Come near, come nearer nearer still;
I'm well when thou art near.
When wilt thou come unto me, Lord?
I languish for thy Sight;
Ten thousand Suns, if thou art strange,
Are Shades instead of Light.
When wilt thou come unto me Lord?
For till thou dost appear,
I count each Moment for a Day,
Each Minute for a Year.
Come, Lord, and never let me go,
This World's a darksome Place;
I find no Pleasure here below,
When Thou dost veil thy Face,
There's no such Thing as Pleasure here,
My Jesus is my all;
As thou dost shine, or disappear,
My pleasures rise and fall.
Come, spread thy Savour on my Frame,
No Sweetness is so sweet;
Till I get up to sing thy Name,
Where all thy Singers meet.
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