1 My God, the visits of thy face
Afford superior joy
To all the flatt’ring world can give,
Or mortal hopes employ.

2 But clouds and darkness intervene,
My brightest joys decline;
And earth’s fay trifles oft ensnare
This wand’ring heart of mine.

3 Lord, guide this wand’ring heart to thee;
Unsatisfied I stray;
Break through the shades of sense and sin
With thy enliv’ning ray.

4 O let thy beams resplendent shine,
And ev’ry cloud remove;
Transform my pow’rs, and fit my soul
For happier scenes above.

5 Lord, raise my faith, my hope, my heart,
To those transporting joys;
Then shall I scorn each little snare,
Which this vain world employs.

6 Then, though I sink in death’s cold sleep,
To life shall I awake;
And, in the likeness of my God,
Of heav’nly bliss partake.

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Blessy Christlin


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