Hymns for Love, 34

Fain would I see a few good days,
Before I cease on earth to breathe,
Would taste the sweetness of Thy grace,
And sink into the arms of death,
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My soul with infinite desire
Pants for the hidden things above;
What is it, Lord, my hopes require
But the experience of Thy love?

Thy love which did my soul redeem
To this poor dying worm be given,
Be here my happiness supreme.
And antedate the days of heaven.

Ah give me first the rapturous powers
Of that eternal world to taste.
And then cut short my happy hours,
And give me then to breathe my last.

Howe'er impatient to depart,
From earth I tremble to remove.
Till Thou hast shown my fluttering heart
The great salvation of Thy love;

Me to that great salvation keep.
That when Thy nature I partake,
I in Thy arms may fall asleep,
And in Thy glorious presence wake.
FINIS.