Author: G. W. Frazer ~ Meter: 18.104.22.168.8.8.
Have I an object, Lord, below Which would divide my heart with Thee; Which would divert its even flow In answer to Thy constancy? Oh teach me quickly to return, And cause my heart afresh to burn. Have I a hope, however dear, Which would defer Thy coming, Lord! Which would detain my spirit here (Where naught can lasting joy afford)? From it, my Saviour, set me free, To look, and long, and wait for Thee. Be Thou the object bright and fair To fill and satisfy the heart; My hope to meet Thee in the air, And nevermore from Thee to part: That I may undistracted be To follow, serve, and wait for Thee.