324. Lord Jesus, Come
4,6,8,8,4.
by G. Jekell
Afar from Thee and that bright place
Where we shall see Thee face to face.
Thine absence here we mourn,
No joy we know apart from Thee,
No sorrow in Thy presence see.
And claim us as Thine own,
With longing hearts the path we tread,
Which Thee on high to glory led:
That all Thy flock, so scattered here,
With Thee in glory may appear.
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