Jesus, my Lord, my chief delight! For Thee I long, for Thee I pray, Amid the shadows of the night, Amid the business of the day. When shall I see Thy smiling face, That face which often I have seen? Arise, Thou Sun of righteousness! Scatter the clouds that intervene. Thou art the glorious gift of God. To sinners weary and distressed; The first of all His gifts bestowed, And certain pledge of all the rest. Could I but say, "This gift is mine!" The world should lie beneath my feet; Though poor, no more would I repine, Or look with envy on the great. This precious jewel I would keep, And lodge it deep within my heart; At home, abroad, awake, asleep, It never should from thence depart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BEN BOLT by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH A SOUL; A STUDY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LONELY STREET by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPITAPH by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |