Hymn LXIV. Long Metre. Preparation for religious Worship

Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone; From flesh and sense I would be free. And hold communion, Lord, with thee.

My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire; To see thy grace, to taste thy love, And feel thine influence from above.

When I can say that God is mine, When I can see thy glories shine; I tread the world beneath my feet, And all that men call rich and great.

Send comfort down from thy right hand, To cheer me in this barren land; And in thy temple, let me know, The joys that from thy presence flow.