Rockbridge

Lyrics

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 heavenly 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 dеlicious fare! How sweet thy entertainmеnts 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