Wesley Corpus

On a Journey Upward on wings of love I fly, Where all his glories blaze, Like you behold with eagle's eye My heavenly Father's face. On a Journey. Saviour, who ready art to hear, (Readier than I to pray) Answer my scarcely utter'd prayer, And meet me on the way. Talk with me, Lord: thyself reveal, While here o'er earth I rove; Speak to my heart, and let it feel The kindling of thy love: With thee conversing I forget All time, and toil, and care: Labour is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here. Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And make my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And eccho to thy voice.