Jesus, my Lord, my chief delight! For Thee I long, for Thee I pray, Amid the shadows of the night, Amid the business of the day. When shall I see Thy smiling face, That face which often I have seen? Arise, Thou Sun of righteousness! Scatter the clouds that intervene. Thou art the glorious gift of God. To sinners weary and distressed; The first of all His gifts bestowed, And certain pledge of all the rest. Could I but say, "This gift is mine!" The world should lie beneath my feet; Though poor, no more would I repine, Or look with envy on the great. This precious jewel I would keep, And lodge it deep within my heart; At home, abroad, awake, asleep, It never should from thence depart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18. THE CHARM by THOMAS CAMPION TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY EMIGRATION by LISA DOMINGUEZ ABRAHAM MOVE UPWARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |