English poem
Hymn CCXXV. Common Metre
by Anonymous
Should nature's charms to please the eye, In sweet assemblage join, All nature's charms would droop and die, Jesus, compar'd with thine.
Vain were her fairest beams display'd, And vain her blooming store; Her brightness languishes to shade, Her beauty is no more.
But ah, how far from mortal sight, The Lord of glory dwells! A veil of interposing night, His radiant face conceals.
O could my longing spirit rise On strong immortal wing; And reach thy palace in the skies, My Saviour and my King!
There thousands worship at thy feet, And there, (divine employ!) The triumphs of thy love repeat, In songs of endless joy.
Thy presence beams eternal day O'er all the blissful place; Who would not drop this load of clay, And die to see thy face?
More by Anonymous
- Hymn CCXLVII. Long Metre. Seeking Christ the Shepherd
- Hymn CCXLVIII. Long Metre. The Vanity of Forms without Virtue
- Hymn CCXXIII. Common Metre. The Nativity of Christ
- Hymn CCXXIV. Long Metre
- Hymn CCXXVII. Common Metre. The Brazen Serpent
- Hymn CCXXVIII. Long Metre. On the Death of a Child
- Hymn CCXXX. Common Metre. The Hope of Heaven
- Hymn CCXXXV. Short Metre. The Law and Gospel