F. J. Crosby
HERE from the world we turn,
Jesus to seek;
Here may His loving voice
Tenderly speak.
Jesus, our dearest Friend,
While at Thy feet we bend,
Oh, let Thy smile descend!
’Tis Thee we seek.
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Come, Holy Comforter,
Presence Divine,
Now in our longing hearts
Graciously shine;
Oh, for Thy mighty power!
Oh, for a blessed shower,
Filling this hallowed hour
With joy divine!
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Saviour, Thy work revive,
Here may we see
Those who are dead in sin
Quickened by Thee;
Come to our hearts’ delight,
Make every burden light,
Cheer Thou our waiting sight;
We long for Thee.