C.M. sung to Warwick 1 BLEST Lord, Thou spakest! 'twas Thy voice That led our hearts to Thee; That drew us to that better choice, Where grace has set us free. 2 Thou wouldest that we should rejoice And walk by faith below; Enough, that we have heard Thy voice, And learned Thy love's deep woe --- 3 Thy glory, Lord --- this living waste To us no rest can give; Our path is on with earnest haste, Lord, in Thy rest to live. 4 Our happiness, O Lord, with Thee Is long laid up in store, For that blest day when Thee we'll see, And conflict will be o'er. 5 Yes, love divine in Thee we know; The Father's glories soon Shall burst upon our ravished view, Thyself our endless crown. 6 Soon shall we see Thee as Thou art, O hope for ever blest! Thou'lt call us, in our heavenly part, The Father's house, to rest. 7 O rest ineffable, divine, The rest of God above, Where we shall ever see Thee shine, Our joy, eternal love! | Alternative tunes (C.M.) |