1 O how I long with Christ to be,
And in his presence rest!
He draws my soul most wondrously;
I to his bosom haste.

2 Me for thy coming, Lord, prepare;
Grant I may ready be
Whene'er thou comest, without fear
To meet and welcome thee.

3 Meanwhile may I in spirit view
Thy sufferings, cross, and death;
These to my heart be daily new,
While thou shalt give me breath.

4 Thus will my wants be well supplied,
Thus will my soul with grace
Abundantly be satisfied,
And kept in heavenly peace.