Believer's Lodging and Inn, While on Earth, The - Verse 2: My Soul Longeth
Therefore on thee I centre my desire,
Which vehemently bursts out in ardent fire,
Deprived, ah! I languish in my plaint,
My bones are feeble and my spirits faint.
My longing soul pants to behold again
The temple fill'd with thy majestic train;
Those palaces with heav'nly odour strew'd,
And regal courts, where Zion's King is view'd;
To see the beauty of the highest One,
Upon his holy mount, his lofty throne;
Whence virtue running from the living Head
Restores the dying, and revives the dead.
For him my heart with cries repeated sounds,
To which my flesh with echoes loud rebounds;
For him, for him, who life in death can give,
For him, for him, whose sole prerogative
Is from and to eternity to live.
Which vehemently bursts out in ardent fire,
Deprived, ah! I languish in my plaint,
My bones are feeble and my spirits faint.
My longing soul pants to behold again
The temple fill'd with thy majestic train;
Those palaces with heav'nly odour strew'd,
And regal courts, where Zion's King is view'd;
To see the beauty of the highest One,
Upon his holy mount, his lofty throne;
Whence virtue running from the living Head
Restores the dying, and revives the dead.
For him my heart with cries repeated sounds,
To which my flesh with echoes loud rebounds;
For him, for him, who life in death can give,
For him, for him, whose sole prerogative
Is from and to eternity to live.
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