By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s.
      1 FAIN would I leave the world below,
      Of pain and sin the dark abode,
      Where shadowy joy or solid woe
      Allures or tears me from my God;
      Doubtful and insecure of bliss,
      Since faith alone confirms me his.

      2 Till then, to sorrow born, I sigh,
      And gasp and languish after home;
      Upward I send my streaming eye,
      Expecting till the Bridegroom come:
      Come quickly, Lord! thy own receive;
      Now let me see thy face, and live.

      3 Absent from thee, my exiled soul
      Deep in a fleshly dungeon groans;
      Around me clouds of darkness roll,
      And labouring silence speaks my moans:
      Come quickly, Lord! thy face display,
      And look my darkness into day.

      4 Sorrow, and sin, and death are o'er,
      If thou reverse the creature's doom;
      Sad Rachel weeps her loss no more,
      If thou, the God, the Saviour come;
      Of thee possessed, in thee we prove
      The light, the life, the heaven of love.