Did not our heart burn within us, while He talked with us by the way, and while He opened to us the scriptures? Luke 24:32
Words: Anne Steele, Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional 1760.
Music: Colchester (Williams) Aaron Williams (1731–1776) (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good picture of Steele or Williams (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart,
Inspire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of Heav’n impart
Their influence to our song.
Then to the shining seats of bliss
The wings of faith shall soar,
And all the charms of paradise
Our raptured thoughts explore.
Pleasures, unsullied, flourish there
Beyond the reach of time;
Not blooming Eden smiled so fair,
In all her flowery prime.
No sun shall gild the blest abode
With his meridian ray,
The more radiant throne of God
Diffuse eternal day.
Sorrow, and pain, and every care,
And discord there shall cease,
And perfect joy and love sincere
Adorn the reams of peace.
The soul, from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its power no more,
But clothed in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.
There on a throne—how dazzling bright—
Th’exalted Savior shines;
And beams ineffable delight
On all the heavenly minds.
There shall the followers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;
And endless honors to His name
Employ their tuneful tongues.
While sweet reflection calls to mind
The scenes of mortal care,
When God, their God, for ever kind,
Was present to their prayer;
How will the wonders of His grace
In their full luster shine?
His wisdom, power and faithfulness
All glorious! all divine!
The Savior, dying, rising, crowned,
Shall swell the lofty strains,
Seraph and saint His praise resound,
Through all th’ethereal plains.
But oh! their transports, oh! their songs,
What mortal thought can paint?
Transcendent glory awes our tongues,
And all our notes are faint.
Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
Our feeble notes inspire;
Till in Thy blissful courts above,
We join the heav’nly choir.