O where is now that glowing love

That marked our union with the Lord?

Our hearts were fixed on things above.

Nor could the world a joy afford.

2 Where is the zeal that led us then

To make our Saviour’s glory known;

That freed us from the fear of men,

And kept our eyes on him alone?

3 Where are the happy seasons spent

In fellowship with him we loved?

The sacred joy, the sweet content,

The blessédness that then we proved?

4 Behold, again we turn to thee,

O cast us not away, though vile!

No peace we have, no joy we see,

O Lord, our God, but in thy smile.