CCXLV. The Disciples Joy at CHRIST'S Appearance to them after his Resurrection.

COME, our indulgent Saviour, come,
Illustrious Conqu'ror o'er the Tomb:
Here thine assembled Servants bless,
And fill our Hearts with sacred Peace.

O come Thy-self, most gracious Lord,
With all the Joy thy Smiles afford;
Reveal the Lustre of thy Face,
And make us feel thy vital Grace.

With Rapture kneeling round we greet
Thy pierced Hands, thy wounded Feet;
And from the Scar, that marks thy Side,
We see our Life's warm Torrent glide.

Enter our Hearts, Redeemer blest;
Enter, thou ever-honour'd Guest,
Not for one transient Hour alone,
But there to fix thy lasting Throne.

Own this mean Dwelling as Thine own;
And; when our Life's last Hour is come,
Let us but die, as in thy Sight,
And Death shall vanish in Delight.