Far from My Thoughts

Far from my thoughts

vain world

be­gone

Let my re­li­gious hours alone:

Fain would my eyes my Sav­ior 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 heav’n­ly love.

The trees of life im­mor­tal stand

In frag­rant rows at Thy right hand;

And in sweet mur­murs

by their side

Rivers of bliss per­pe­tu­al glide.

Haste

then

but with a smil­ing face

And spread the table of Thy grace;

Bring down a taste of fruit di­vine

And cheer my heart with sac­red wine.

Blest Je­sus

what de­li­cious fare!

How sweet Thy en­ter­tain­ments are!

Never did an­gels taste above

Redeeming grace

and dy­ing love.

Hail

great Im­ma­nu­el

all di­vine!

In Thee Thy Fa­ther’s glo­ries shine;

Thou bright­est

sweet­est

fair­est One

That eyes have seen or an­gels known.