Psalm: Mine eyes long sore for Thy word, saying, &c

With longing eyes and restless heart,
I wait His full return.
Who kindly promises to' impart
Himself to all that mourn.
The word His blessed lips hath pass'd,
The soul-renewing word,
And I shall surely find at last
Perfection in my Lord.

I now my Consolation see,
But through a darkening veil;
Come, Jesus, come and comfort me,
Nor let Thy promise fail:
Come, Thou Thyself, for all Thy grace —
Thy gifts cannot suffice,
And make the brightness of Thy face
My constant paradise.