Where two or three are gathered together in My name, there am I in the midst of them. Matthew 18:20
Words: Simon Browne, Hymns and Spiritual Songs (London: Emanuel Matthews, 1720), Book 3, number 1.
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Hail, happy day! the day of holy rest,
When saints assemble and on dainties feast:
When all in smiles the God of grace descends,
Opens His stores, and entertains His friends.
Let earth and all its vanities be gone,
Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone:
Its flattering, fading glories I’d despise,
And towards immortal beauties turn mine eyes.
My soul is now with nobler love possessed,
I feel the rapture strive within my breast;
My heart all kindles with refined desire,
And boundless charms maintain the pleasing fire.
Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies,
And on my Savior’s glories fix mine eyes:
Oh! meet my rising soul, stoop from above,
Jesus, and waft it to those realms of love.
Ere yet the knot of union be untied,
And death the loving partners shall divide,
A glimpse of future glory I would see,
And taste how joyous ’tis to dwell with thee.
But if the wish ambitious is and vain,
Downward I’ll bend my humble flight again,
And to Thy temple with devotion haste;
Oh! let me there on heav’nly fatness feast.
There holy souls are with true manna fed,
There eat the living and the quickening bread;
There mix their food with most delicious wine,
And cheer their hearts with cordials all divine.
If yet I must not climb the starry height,
And see Thee blazing on a throne of light:
If still the veil between us must divide,
And from mine eyes my Savior’s glories hide,
Yet here display the wonders of Thy grace,
Look thro’ the skies and show Thy smiling face;
Stoop down, blest King of glory, from above,
Shine on my soul and ravish me with love.