Far from my thoughts, vain world! begone,

Let my religious hours alone:

Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;

I wait a visit, Lord! from thee.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,

And kindles with a pure desire;

Come, my dear Jesus! from above,

And feed my soul with heavenly love.

3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare—

How sweet thine entertainments are!

Never did angels taste above

Redeeming grace and dying love.

4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!

In thee thy Father’s glories shine:

Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,

That eyes have seen, or angels known!