Psalm: O that I had wings like a dove, for then, QT'c

Jesus, to Thee
I fain would flee,
The sinner's sanctuary
Find my true felicity,
And in Thy presence tarry.

O let the Dove,
Who from above
First on Thyself descended,
Fill my heart with patient love,
Till all these storms are ended.

Thrice happy, might
I urge my flight.
Removed by His translation,
Out of darkness into light,
Into Thy full salvation!

The rest be mine
For which I pine.
Which for Thy saints remaineth;
Rest of righteousness Divine,
Where love eternal reigneth.

The eagles' wings.
Thy Spirit brings
The wings of faith and prayer;
They beyond all earthly things
My ravish'd soul shall bear.

Far from the crowd
Of passions loud.
Thyself to me discover:
Then I dwell alone with God,
And clasp my heavenly Lover;

In calm repose
Forget my woes,
And all things transitory;
Then my willing eyes I close,
And wake to see Thy glory.