Text: | The Meditation of Heaven |
Author: | Watts |
1 My thoughts surmount these lower skies,
And look within the veil,
There springs of endless pleasure rise,
The waters never fail.
2 There I behold, with sweet delight,
The blessed Three-in-One;
And strong affections fix my sight
On God’s incarnate Son.
3 His promise stands for ever firm;
His grace shall ne’er depart;
He binds my name upon his arm,
And seals it on his heart.
4 Light are the pains that nature brings;
How short our sorrows are,
When with eternal, future things,
The present we compare!
5 I would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,
Where I forever hope to dwell,
Near my Redeemer’s face.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My thoughts surmount these lower skies |
Title: | The Meditation of Heaven |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Heaven and Glory |