The Psalms of David ‎#II.XLI

II.XLI. Up to the Fields where Angels lie

1 Up to the Fields where Angels lie,
And living Waters gently roll,
Fain would my Thoughts leap out and fly,
But Sin hangs heavy on my Soul.

2 Thy wond'rous Blood, dear dying Christ,
Can make this Load of Guilt remove;
And thou can'st bear me where thou fly'st,
On thy kind Wings, celestial Dove!

3 O might I once mount up and see
The Glories of th' eternal Skies,
What little Things these Worlds would be!
How despicable to my Eyes!

4 Had I a Glance of Thee, my God,
Kingdoms and Men would vanish soon,
Vanish as tho' I saw 'em not,
As a dim Candle dies at Noon.

5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
I should perceive the Noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking Leaf,
While rattling Thunders round us roar.

6 Great All in All, Eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely Face,
And all my Pow'rs shall bow and sing
Thine endless Grandeur, and thy Grace.

Text Information

• First Line: Up to the Fields where Angels lie
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Sight of God weans us from Earth; Mortification to the world by the Sight of God
• Notes: Public Domain.

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