When Jesus Comes into the Soul

When Jesus comes into the soul,
What light, what joy ensues;
When He the glist'ning Spirit-ray
Doth wondrously diffuse!

When Christ the Lord doth speak a word,
How gripped becomes the mind!
As ears plucked up by thunderclaps,
To Him are souls inclined.

The flattery of all the world,
Though it with honey drips,
Compareth not to one of those
Pure words from Christ His lips.

When Jesus makes His noble way
To in the heart reside,
A palace full of pleasant things
He makes it to abide.

Upon that throne He rules in grace,
All brightness to impart.
No frowning face will long remain
Where He commands the heart.

When Jesus grants celestial wings
Unto the yearning soul,
How bravely does he climb the skies
To get his vessel full!

When Jesus pours His lovely streams
Of living waters clear
Into the mouth of faith, what peace
The soul doth relish there!

But when the Lord shall come at last
To draw the soul away,
To take him to his final rest,
Oh what a blessed day!

When then the soul shall hear the call,
"Arise, and now depart,
For this is not your rest,' what bliss
Will fill the longing heart!