My Soul Longs - 513
Come, O my good Jesus, comfort me;
Come, take me from here, to be with You.
My soul longs for You;
Come, O my matchless Jesus!
Come, take me from here,
To be with You.
What dreadful suffering
I endure here.
Far from my heavenly home,
I weep for You.
I long to find rest
At Your feet.
My only desire
Is to leave this world.
Nothing satisfies me
Far from my home,
Which You have prepared there
For me to dwell.
What glory, what joy
I shall experience
When I depart from here
With the eternal King.
Come, yes, come, Lord,
O King of heaven!
Come now and set me free,
That I may be with God.
