Hymn 47 - "Blest Lord, Thou spakest! `twas Thy voice
Blest Lord, Thou spakest! 'twas Thy voice
That led our hearts to Thee;
That drew us to that better choice,
Where grace has set us free.
Thou wouldest that we should rejoice,
And walk by faith below;
Enough, that we have heard Thy voice,
And learned Thy love's deep woe—
Thy glory, Lord: this living waste
To us no rest can give;
Our path is on with earnest haste,
Lord, in Thy rest to live.
Our happiness, O Lord, with Thee
Is long laid up in store,
For that blest day when Thee we'll see,
And conflict will be o'er.
Yes, love divine in Thee we know;
The Father's glories soon
Shall burst upon our ravished view,
Thyself our joy and crown.
Soon shall we see Thee as Thou art,
O hope for ever blest!
Thou'lt call us, in our heav'nly part,
The Father's house, to rest.
O rest ineffable, divine,
The rest of God above,
Where we shall ever see Thee shine,
Our joy, eternal love!