264    L.M.     Isaac Watts
“I have waited for thy salvation, O Lord.” Gen. 49. 18

1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone;
  Let my religious hours alone;
  Fain would my eyes my Saviour see;
  I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
  And kindles with a pure desire;
  Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
  And feed my soul with heavenly love.

3 [The trees of life immortal stand,
  In fragrant rows at thy right hand;
  And in sweet murmurs by thy side,
  Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.

4 Haste, then, but with a smiling face,
  And spread the table of thy grace;
  Bring down a taste of truth divine,
  And cheer my heart with sacred wine.]

5 Blest Jesus! what delicious fare!
  How sweet thy entertainments are!
  Never did angels taste above,
  Redeeming grace and dying love.

6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
  In thee thy Father’s glories shine;
  Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
  That eyes have seen or angels known.