1 Lord, 'tis an infinite delight
To see thy lovely face,
To dwell whole ages in thy sight,
And feel thy vital rays.
2 This Gabriel knows; and sings thy name
With raptures on his tongue;
Moses the saint enjoys the same,
And heaven repeats the song.
3 While the bright nation sounds thy praise
From each eternal hill,
Sweet odours of exhaling grace
The happy region fill.
4 Thy love, a sea without a shore,
Spreads life and joy abroad;
O 'tis a heaven worth dying for,
To see a smiling God.
5 Sweet was the journey to the sky
And wondrous prophet try'd;
"Climb up the mount," says God, "and die,"
The prophet climb'd and died.
6 Softly his fainting head he lay
Upon his maker's breast;
His maker kiss'd his soul away,
And laid his flesh to rest.
7 Shew me thy face, and I'll away
From all inferior things;
Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay,
And stretch my airy wings.
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First Line: | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight |
Title: | The presence of God worth dying for; or the Death of Moses |
Author: | Dr. Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Death; Death: Of Moses; Presence of God worth dying for |
Source: | Dr. Watts's Lyric |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |