251    C.M.     J. Hart
“And the Lord went his way.” Gen. 18. 33

1 When Jesus, with his mighty love,
  Visits my troubled breast,
  My doubts subside, my fears remove,
  And I’m completely blest;

2 [I love the Lord with mind and heart,
  His people and his ways;
  Envy, and pride, and lust depart,
  And all his works I praise;]

3 Nothing but Jesus I esteem;
  My soul is then sincere;
  And everything that’s dear to him,
  To me is also dear.

4 But ah! when these short visits end,
  Though not quite left alone,
  I miss the presence of my Friend,
  Like one whose comfort’s gone.

5 [I to my own sad place return,
  My wretched state to feel;
  I tire, and faint, and mope, and mourn,
  And am but barren still.]

6 More frequent let thy visits be,
  Or let them longer last;
  I can do nothing without thee;
  Make haste, O God, make haste.