1 Heavenly thoughts create my song,
And set my soul on fire;
And glide my pleasing thoughts along,
To join the heav'nly choir.
2 While trav'ling thro' this desert land,
My weary soul shall rest;
Guided by Jesus' gentle hand,
To lean upon his breast.
3 Here I will ease my burden'd mind,
And tell him all my grief;
From Jesus' blood my soul shall find
The streams of sweet relief.
4 I'll lay me down within his arms
And view his lovely face;
As one o'ercome by sov'reign charms,
And lost in his embrace.
5 Here I'll behold with joy divine,
The springs of rising bliss,
And joy to see that Christ is mine
And view that I am his.
6 The views of my dear bleeding King,
Strike an immortal flame;
Raptur'd with joy my soul shall sing
The praise of Jesus' name.
7 Shall sing like the redeeming throng,
Of my incarnate God;
His love shall be my ceaseless song,
Who wash'd me in his blood.
8 High on the throne my Savior reigns;
Angels adore my King;
In lofty, sweet seraphic strains,
My Savior's praise they sing.
9 There I'll adore my dying God,
And bow before his face;
I'll sing of Jesus' wounds and blood,
And praise victorious grace.
10 Amidst th' eternal sacred true--
Among the starry plains;
My soul shall sing as angels do,
In sweet celestial strains.
11 The heavenly flame shall still aspire,
Before my Savior's throne;
His love shall feed the sacred fire,
To praise the Holy One.
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