“My soul longs, yes, even faints
for the courts of the Lord.” Psalm 84:2

Hart Pants for Water1. 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!
Here I behold thy distant face,
    And ’tis a pleasing sight;
But to abide in thine embrace
    Is infinite delight.

2. I’d part with all the joys of sense
    To gaze upon thy throne;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
    Unspeakable, unknown.
There all the heavenly hosts are seen,
    In shining ranks they move,
And drink immortal vigour in,
    With wonder and with love.

3. Then at thy feet with awful fear
    Th’adoring armies fall
With joy they shrink to nothing there,
    Before th’eternal All.
There I would vie with all the host
    In duty and in bliss,
While less than nothing I could boast,
    And vanity confess.

4. The more thy glories strike mine eyes,
    The humbler I shall lie;
Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise
    Unmeasurably high.
Here I behold thy distant face,
    And ’tis a pleasant sight;
But, to abide in thine embrace
    Is infinite delight.


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Song in the Night: page 105
Author: Isaac Watts
Composer: Robison
Source: The Hesperian Harp, p. 67
Time: 2:48

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