2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day, Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. Hymn 2:15. The enjoyment of Christ; or, Delight in worship. 1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone; Fain would my 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 [The trees of life immortal stand In flourishing rows at thy right-hand, And in sweet murmurs by their side Rivers of bliss perpetual glide. 4 Haste then, but with a smiling face, And spread the table of thy grace: Bring down a taste of fruit divine, And cheer my heart with sacred wine.] 6 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare! How sweet thy entertainments are! Never did angels taste above Redeeming grace, and dying love. 6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine, In thee thy Father's glories shine; Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one, That eyes have seen, or angels known. Hymn 2:16. Part the second. 7 Lord, what a heaven of saving grace, Shines thro' the beauties of thy face, And lights our passions to a flame! Lord, how we love thy charming Name! 8 When I can say, my God is mine, When I can feel thy glories shine, I tread the world beneath my feet, And all that earth calls good or great. 9 While such a scene of sacred joys Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs, Here we could sit, and gaze away A long, an everlasting day. 10 Well, we shall quickly pass the night To the fair coasts of perfect light; Then shall our joyful senses rove O'er the dear object of our love. 11 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heavenly trees: Yet now, and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heaven on worms below. 12 Send comforts down from thy right-hand, While we pass thro' this barren land, And in thy temple let us see A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.] Hymn 2:17 God's eternity. 1 Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground, Stretch all thy thoughts abroad, And rouse up every tuneful sound To praise th' eternal God. 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread Jehovah fill'd his throne; Or Adam form'd, or angels made, The Maker liv'd alone. 3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease, But still maintain their prime; Eternity's his dwelling-place, And ever is his time. 4 While like a tide our minutes flow, The present and the past, He fills his own immortal now, And sees our ages waste. 5 The sea and sky must perish too, And vast destruction come! The creatures--look, how old they grow, And wait their fiery doom! 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away, And flame melt down the skies, My God shall live an endless day, When th' old creation dies.