O That I Could for Ever Dwell

O that I could for ev­er dwell

Delighted

at the Sav­ior’s feet

Behold the form I love so well

And all His ten­der words re­peat.

The world shut out from all my soul

And Heav’n brought in with all its bliss—

O is there aught from pole to pole

One mo­ment to com­pare to this!

This is the hid­den life I prize—

A life of pe­ni­ten­tial love;

When most my fol­lies I des­pise

And raise my high­est thoughts ab­ove.

Thus would I live till na­ture fail

And all my for­mer sins for­sake;

Then rise to God with­in the veil

And of eter­nal joys par­take.