1 Far from my Tho'ts vain World be gone,
Let my religious Hours alone:
Fain would my Eyes my Saviour see,
I wait a Visit, Lord, from Thee.

2 My Heart grows warm with holy Fire,
And kindles with a pure Desire:
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my Soul with heav'nly Love.

[3 The Trees of Life immortal stand,
In flour'shing Rows, at thy Right Hand,
And in sweet Murmurs, by their Side,
Rivers of Bliss perpetual glide.

4 Haste then, but with a smiling Face,
And spread the Table of thy Grace;
Bring down a Taste of Fruit divine,
And cheer my Heart with sacred Wine.

5 Blest Jesus, what delicious Fare!
How sweet thy Entertainments are!
Never did Angels taste above,
Redeeming Grace and dying Love.

6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine,
In Thee thy Father's Glories shine;
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That Eyes have seen, or Angels known.