Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone,
Let my religious hours alone,
Fain would my eyes my Savior see,
I wait a visit, Lord, from Thee.
My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire.
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heav’nly love:
Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet Thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above,
Redeeming grace and dying love.
