Text: | Rapture |
1 From thee, my God, my joys shall rise
And run eternal rounds,
Beyond the limits of the skies,
And all created bounds.
2 The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself outbrave,
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.
3 There where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In Heaven's unmeasur'd space,
I'll spend a long eternity
In pleasure and in praise.
4 Millions of years my wondering eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove,
And endless ages I'll adore
The glories of thy love.
5 Sweet Jesus every smile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring;
And thousand tastes of new delights,
From all thy graces spring.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | From thee, my God, my joys shall rise |
Title: | Rapture |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | After Sermon |
Source: | The Coll. |
Notes: | Public Domain. |