The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D. Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes |
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Come, Lord Jesus.
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When shall thy lovely face be seen?When shall our eyes behold our God?
What lengths of distance lie between,
And hills of guilt? a heavy load!
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Our months are ages of delay,And slowly every minute wears:
Fly, winged time, and roll away
These tedious rounds of sluggish years.
III
Ye heav'nly gates, loose all your chains,Let the eternal pillars bow;
Blest Saviour, cleave the starry plains,
And make the crystal mountains flow.
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Hark, how thy saints unite their cries,And pray and wait the general doom;
Come, thou, the soul of all our joys,
Thou, the desire of nations, come.
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Put thy bright robes of triumph on,And bless our eyes, and bless our ears,
Thou absent love, thou dear unknown,
Thou Fairest of ten thousand fairs.
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Our heart-strings groan with deep complaint,Our flesh lies panting, Lord, for thee,
And ev'ry limb, and ev'ry joint,
Stretches for immortality.
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Our spirits shake their eager wings,And burn to meet thy flying throne;
We rise away from mortal things
T'attend thy shining chariot down.
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Now let our cheerful eyes surveyThe blazing earth and melting hills,
And smile to see the lightnings play,
And flash along before thy wheels.
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O for a shout of violent joysTo join the trumpet's thund'ring sound!
The angel herald shakes the skies,
Awakes the graves and tears the ground.
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Ye slumb'ring saints, a heav'nly hostStands waiting at your gaping tombs;
Let ev'ry sacred sleeping dust
Leap into life, for Jesus comes.
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Jesus, the God of might and love,New-moulds our limbs of cumb'rous clay;
Quick as seraphic flames we move,
Active and young, and fair as they.
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Our airy feet with unknown flight,Swift as the motions of desire,
Run up the hills of heav'nly light,
And leave the welt'ring world in fire.
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