Hymns and Tunes 1886 8
JESUS, our Lord, make no delay
639, 76, 147
1JESUS, our Lord, make no delay
To bless us with thy face;
Drive interposing clouds away,
And make our darkness chase.
2What do we here without thy grace,
O blessed Lamb of God?
'T will be a dark and tiresome place
Unless we feel thy word.
3Come in with power to every soul,
O thou immortal Dove;
Make every wounded spirit whole
With thy redeeming love.
4We long to meet our God to-day,
And feast on his grace divine;
That every soul with joy may say,
'My Lord, my God, I'm thine.'
- Meter
- 639, 76, 147
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- 9.6.8.7 · the hymnal prints 639, 76, 147
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- iambic (da-DUM) · 36% of beats fit
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