Wilt Thou not visit me

Verse 1

Wilt Thou not visit me? The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew; Each blade of grass I see, From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.

Verse 2

Wilt Thou not visit me? Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone; And every hill and tree Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.

Verse 3

Come! for I need Thy love, More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain; Come, like Thy holy dove, And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again.

Verse 4

Yes! Thou wilt visit me; Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well, As when, from sin set free, Man’s spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell.