Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Hymn Book
Date: 1816
Compiler: Joseph Thomas
Publisher/Printer: J Foster
First Line: O the delights the heav'nly joys
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: CM
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Hymn Number: XLII
Page Number: 055, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO the delights, the heav'nly joys,
The glories of the place,
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams,
Of his o'erflowing grace.
Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow,
And all the glorious ranks above,
At humble distance bow.
Those soft, those blessed feet of his,
That once rude iron tore,
High on a throne of light they stand,
And all the saints adore.
His head, the dear majestic head,
That cruel thorns did wound-
See what immortal glories shine,
And circle it around.
This is the man, th' exalted man,
Whom we unseen adore;
But, when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.
O Lord, our souls are all on fire,
To see thy blest abode-
Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise,
To our beloved God.
And while our faith enjoys this sight,
We long to leave our clay,
And wish thy fi'ry chariots, Lord,
To take our souls away.