Verse 1
Waiting for the Comforter,
Hungring for immortal food,
Can I taste a blessing here
In the absence of my God?
No: till Christ again return,
Christ, whose word the sinner chears,
Still I obstinately mourn,
Eat my bitter bread with tears.
Verse 2
Love was once my pleasant meat,
Meat that season’d all the rest,
Jesus to my taste was sweet,
Jesus was my constant feast:
But the Comforter is fled,
But the pard’ning God is gone,
He who turn’d my stone to bread,
He hath turn’d my bread to stone.
Verse 3
Tastless all the world to me
Till his favour I regain,
Happiness is misery,
Joy is grief, and pleasure pain:
But my Lord for whom I grieve
Shall at last my want supply,
Bid me taste his love and live,
Bid me see his face, and die.