Malachi 3: In wondrous condescension

In wondrous condescension,
For Thy own promise sake,
My heart to be Thy mansion.
Great God, in mercy take:
Suddenly to Thy temple,
My Lord and Saviour come,
And make the poor and simple
Thy everlasting home.

I wait for Thy appearing.
Thou holy God unknown,
A beggar persevering
I seek Thyself alone,
More than Thy consolations
Thy precious self require,
To recompense my patience
With all I can desire.

Angel and Mediator
Of covenanted grace,
I would Thy purest nature
With all my soul embrace.
The true transporting pleasure.
In Thy enjoyment prove, —
The most unbounded measure
Of beatific love.