Verse 1
Expecting at Jesus’s grave
The signs of his favour restor’d,
His virtue to quicken, and save,
I sigh for a sight of my Lord!
My Only-beloved is gone,
Has left me in trouble and pain;
His Spirit, alas, is withdrawn!
Ah, when shall I find him again!

Verse 2
Forgotten of God, and forsook,
Dissolv’d in an ocean of tears;
I into his sepulchre look,
And mourn till a Saviour appears:
No vision of angels I prize,
Unless He his Spirit impart,
Unless the Delight of my eyes
Discover himself to my heart.

Verse 3
Ev’n now my affliction he sees,
Unseen, yet invisibly nigh,
My Saviour observes my distress,
And marks with a merciful eye:
This burthen of sorrow and pain
A glimpse of his face shall remove:
He waits to be gracious again,
To give me a sight of his love.

Verse 4
I turn from the creature away
To Him whom alone I desire;
He hears my infirmity pray
While Him of Himself I require:
Where is the dear Lord of my heart,
Whom only I languish to see?
As sure as in heaven Thou art,
Thou art with a mourner for Thee.