By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 O JOYFUL sound of gospel grace!
      Christ shall in me appear;
      I, even I, shall see his face,
      I shall be holy here.

      2 This heart shall be his constant home;
      I hear his Spirit's cry,
      "Surely," he saith, "I quickly come,"
      He saith, who cannot lie.

      3 The glorious crown of righteousness
      To me reached out I view;
      Conqueror through him, I soon shall seize,
      And wear it as my due.

      4 The promised land, from Pisgah's top,
      I now exult to see;
      My hope is full (O glorious hope!)
      Of immortality.

      5 He visits now the house of clay,
      He shakes his future home;
      O wouldst thou, Lord, on this glad day,
      Into thy temple come!

      6 With me, I know, I feel, thou art;
      But this cannot suffice,
      Unless thou plantest in my heart
      A constant paradise.

      7 My earth thou waterest from on high,
      But make it all a pool;
      Spring up, O well, I ever cry,
      Spring up within my soul!

      8 Come, O my God, thyself reveal,
      Fill all this mighty void;
      Thou only canst my spirit fill:
      Come, O my God, my God!

      9 Fulfil, fulfil my large desires,
      Large as infinity;
      Give, give me all my soul requires,
      All, all that is in thee!