1 While on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit struggles with my clay,
And longs to wing its flight away.
2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be,
And faints my much-lov'd Lord to see;
Earth, twine no more about my heart!
For 'tis far better to depart.
3 Come, ye angelic convoys! come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home;
Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,--
Source of my joys, and of your own.
4 The blissful interview, how sweet!
To fall transported at his feet!
Rais'd in his arms, to view his face
Through the full beamings of his grace!
5 As with a seraphs voice to sing!
To fly as on a cherub's wing!
Performing, with unwearied hands,
The present Savior's high commands.
6 Yet, with these prospects full in sight,
We'll wait thy signal for the flight,
For, while thy service we pursue,
We find a heaven in all we do.
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First Line: | While on the verge of life I stand |
Title: | Desiring to depart, and to be with Christ |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
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Topic: | The Christian: His Various Relations |