It were my soul’s desire
To see the face of God;
It were my soul’s desire
To rest in his abode.
It were my soul’s desire
To imitate my King,
It were my soul’s desire
His endless praise to sing.
It were my soul’s desire,
When heaven’s gate is won,
To find my soul’s desire,
Clear shining like the sun.
Grant, Lord, my soul’s desire,
Deep waves of cleansing sighs,
Grant, Lord, my soul’s desire,
From earthly cares to rise.
This is still my soul’s desire,
Whatever life afford,
To gain my soul’s desire
And see thy face, O Lord.
From earthly cares arise, and remain my soul’s desire, to see thy face, O Lord, whatever this life afford.
From Morning Prayer (Lauds), Saturday October 26th.
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