BREATHE on my Wreath, blest Spirit, let the fire race. I cannot doubt, blest Lord, that I am Thine, A Like a deep tide Thy beauteous glories roll, And fill with heavenly joy my raptured soul. Shrined in my inmost heart, Thy name shall be A bed of sweets, and holy fragrancy. Lord, I shall meet Thee soon, these mortal eyes Withont a veil, shall see Thee in the skies! This earthly frame shall Thy full image bear, Know Thy deep love and all Thy glory share. The Father's grace chose a pure bride for thee, Ere worlds were made, or man was formed to be; And every member of Thy church shall shine home. |