1. O that I could for ever dwell,
Delighted, at the Savior’s feet,
Behold the form I love so well,
And all His tender words repeat.
2. The world shut out from all my soul,
And Heav’n brought in with all its bliss—
O is there aught from pole to pole,
One moment to compare to this!
3. This is the hidden life I prize—
A life of penitential love;
When most my follies I despise,
And raise my highest thoughts above.
4. Thus would I live till nature fail,
And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God within the veil,
And of eternal joys partake.
|First Line:||O that I could for ever dwell|
|Title:||O That I Could for Ever Dwell|
|Author:||Elizabeth H. Reed (1842)|
|Source:||The Hymn Book, 1842|
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|Source:||Harmonia Sacra, 12th edition, 1867|
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