1 Father, I long, I faint to see
The place of thy abode;
I’d leave thy earthly courts and flee
Up to thy seat, my God!

2 Here I behold thy distant face,
And ’tis a pleasing sight;
But to abide in thy embrace
Is infinite delight.

3 I’d part with all the joys of sense
To gaze upon thy throne;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.

4 [There all the heavenly host are seen;
In shining ranks they move,
And drink immortal vigour in,
With wonder and with love.]

5 [There at thy feet, with awful fear,
The adoring armies fall;
With joy they shrink to nothing there,
Before the eternal All.]

6 [There would I vie with all the host,
In duty and in bliss,
While less than nothing I could boast,
And vanity confess.]

7 The more thy glories strike my eyes
The humbler I shall lie;
Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise
Unmeasurably high.