1 O the delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace!
2 Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his bow,
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.
3 Archangels sound his lofty praise
Through every heavenly street,
And lay their highest honours down,
Submissive at his feet.
4 This is the man, th'exalted man
Whom we unseen adore;
But when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.
5 Lord, how our souls are all on fire
To see thy bless'd abode,
Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise
to our incarnate God.
6 And whilst our faith enjoys this sight
We long to leave our clay,
And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord,
To fetch our souls away.
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First Line: | O the delights, the heavenly joys |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Eternity: Happiness of the righteous; The Glory of Christ in Heaven |