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.
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