The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
871.
[Come heavenly Dove]
O that I had wings like a dove, &c.
—lv. 6.
Come heavenly Dove,
My soul remove
From life's severe distresses,
To that glorious rest above,
To my Lord's embraces!
My soul remove
From life's severe distresses,
To that glorious rest above,
To my Lord's embraces!
Saviour, to Thee
I fain would flee,
I would be always praising,
Spend a whole eternity
In worshipping, and gazing!
I fain would flee,
I would be always praising,
Spend a whole eternity
In worshipping, and gazing!
The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||