O Love, I Languish at Thy Stay

O love

I lang­uish at thy stay

I pine for thee with lin­ger­ing smart

Weary

and faint through long de­lay

When wilt thou come in­to my heart?

From sin and sor­row set me free

And swal­low up my soul in thee!

Come

O thou uni­vers­al good

Balm of the wound­ed con­sci­ence

come

The hun­gry

dy­ing spir­it’s food

The wea­ry

wan­der­ing pil­grim’s home

Haven to take the ship­wrecked in

My ev­er­last­ing rest from sin.

Be thou

O love

what­ev­er I want

Support my fee­ble­ness of mind

Relieve the thirs­ty soul

the faint

Revive

il­lu­mi­nate the blind

The mourn­ful cheer

the droop­ing lead

And heal the sick

and raise the dead.

Come

O my com­fort and de­light

My strength and health

my shield and sun

My boast

and con­fi­dence

and might

My joy

my glo­ry

and my crown

My Gos­pel hope

my call­ing’s prize

My tree of life

my par­adise.

The sec­ret of the Lord thou art

The mys­te­ry so long un­known

Christ in a pure and per­fect heart

The name in­scribed in the white stone

The life di­vine

the lit­tle lea­ven

My pre­cious pearl

my pre­sent heav­en.