dear

Lord, come in thy appointed ways, And teach me now to sing thy praise, For thou art dear to me; And all the openings of thy love, In coming from thy courts above, Prove I was dear to thee. Dear in primeval glory, when Neither were angels made nor men, Nor aught exist but God. E’en then thy heart was fixed on me; And now, through grace, I fix on thee, By faith in Jesus’ blood. In this I make my greatest boast, Though once to human reason lost, That I am saved by grace; With this bright hope I walk below – That I thy purest love shall know, And see thee face to face. Dear Lord, more drops of honey send, From Christ, thy Son, the sinner’s Friend, And larger make my share; More grapes from Eshcol may I bring, And of the heavenly Canaan sing, Whilst I am stationed here. And thus with many foretastes blest Of yonder everlasting rest, Held for me in thy hand, May I thy house below resort, And give my friends a good report Of Canaan’s heavenly land. And in these galleries of thy grace, Show us, dear Lord, thy smiling face, And bring thy presence near; Nor from these earthly courts remove, But send more showers of heavenly love, Upon thy garden here.