475    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Desiring to Depart. Phil. 1. 23; 2 Cor. 5. 8; Isa. 6. 3

1 Father, I long, I faint to see
  The place of thy abode;
  I’d leave thy earthly courts and flee
  Up to thy seat, my God!

2 Here I behold thy distant face,
  And ’tis a pleasing sight;
  But to abide in thy embrace
  Is infinite delight.

3 I’d part with all the joys of sense
  To gaze upon thy throne;
  Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
  Unspeakable, unknown.

4 [There all the heavenly host are seen;
  In shining ranks they move,
  And drink immortal vigour in,
  With wonder and with love.]

5 [There at thy feet, with awful fear,
  The adoring armies fall;
  With joy they shrink to nothing there,
  Before the eternal All.]

6 [There would I vie with all the host,
  In duty and in bliss,
  While less than nothing I could boast,
  And vanity confess.]

7 The more thy glories strike my eyes
  The humbler I shall lie;
  Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise
  Unmeasurably high.