Hymns for Those that Seek and Those that Have Redemption, 46

To — " Ah! sister in Jesus, adieu"

STILL out of the deepest abyss
Of trouble I mournfully cry,
And pine to recover my peace,
To see my Redeemer and die:
I cannot, I cannot forbear
These passionate longings for home:
O when will my spirit be there?
O when will the messenger come?

Thy nature I long to put on,
Thine image on earth to regain,
And then in the grave to lay down
My burden of body and pain:
O Jesus, in pity draw near,
And lull me to sleep on Thy breast,
Appear, to my rescue, appear,
And gather me into Thy rest.

To take a poor fugitive in,
The arms of Thy mercy display,
And give me to rest from all sin,
And bear me triumphant away:
Away from a world of distress,
Away to the mansions above,
The heaven of seeing Thy face,
The heaven of feeling Thy love.