|1||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.
|2||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.
|4||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.
|5||Yes, love divine in Thee we know;
The Father’s glories soon
Shall burst upon our ravished view,
Thyself our joy and crown.
|6||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.
|7||O rest ineffable, divine,
The rest of God above,
Where we shall ever see Thee shine,
Our joy, eternal love!
J N Darby –
Little Flock Hymn Book (1961/1973) No 47
Part of JND’s poem The Call – What powerful, mighty Voice, so near, Calls me from Earth apart