Jesus, I Long For Thee

Jesus, I long for thee,

And sigh for Canaan’s shore.

Thy lovely face to see,

And all my warfare o’er;

Here, billows break upon my breast

And brooding sorrows steal my rest.

I pant, I groan, I grieve

For my untoward heart;

How full of doubts I live,

Though full of grace thou art!

What poor returns, I make to thee

For all the mercy shown to me!

And must I ever smart,

A child of sorrows here?

Yet, Lord be near my heart,

To soothe each rising tear;

Then at thy bleeding cross I’ll stay,

And sweetly weep my life away.

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