Verse 1
Fain woud I see a few good days,
Before I cease on earth to breathe,
Woud taste the sweetness of thy grace,
And sink into the arms of death.

Verse 2
My soul with infinite desire
Pants for the hidden things above;
What is it, Lord, my hopes require
But the experience of thy love?

Verse 3
Thy love which did my soul redeem,
To this poor, dying worm be given,
Be here my happiness supreme,
And antedate the days of heaven.

Verse 4
Ah grant me first the rapt’rous powers
Of that eternal world to taste,
And then cut short my happy hours,
And give me then to breathe my last.