HYMN 68. (C. M.) The humble Worship of Heaven.
I
Father, I long, I faint to see
The place of thine abode,
I'd leave thy earthly courts and flee
Up to thy seat, my God!
II
Here I behold thy distant face,
And 'tis a pleasing sight;
But to abide in thine embrace
Is infinite delight.
III
I'd part with all the joys of sense
To gaze upon thy throne;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.
IV
There all the heavenly hosts are seen,
In shining ranks they move,
And drink immortal vigour in,
With wonder and with love.
V
Then at thy feet with awful fear
Th'adoring armies fall;
With joy they shrink to nothing there,
Before th'eternal All.
VI
There I would vie with all the host
In duty and in bliss,
While less than nothing I could boast
And vanity
confess.
VII
The more thy glories strike mine eyes,
The humbler I shall lie;
Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise
Unmeasurable high.
