Brethren Archive Exploring the history of some of those known as "Plymouth Brethren", and a few other things.

NUMBER: 466

O Lord, Of Thee We Ne'er Would Tire



1 O LORD, of Thee we ne'er would tire;
The new and living food
Can satisfy our heart's desire;
And life is in Thy blood.

2 If such the happy midnight song
Our prisoned spirits raise,
What are the joys that cause, ere long,
Eternal bursts of praise?

3 To look within and see no stain,
Abroad no curse to trace;
To shed no tears, to feel no pain,
But see Thee face to face.

4 To find each hope of glory gained,
Fulfilled each precious word;
And fully all to have attained
The image of our Lord.

5 For this we're pressing onward still;
And in this hope would be
More subject to the Father's will,
E'en now much more like Thee.





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