Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
280 Westford
Words: Isaac Watts, 1707
Music: Daniel Read, 1785
Meter: Long Meter (8,8,8,8)
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.
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.