1 When strangers stand and hear me tell
What beauties in my Saviour dwell,
Where he is gone they fain would know,
That they may seek and love him too.
2 My best beloved keeps his throne
On hills of light, in worlds unknown;
But he descends and shews his face
In the young gardens of his grace.
3 In vineyards planted by his hand,
Where fruitful trees in order stand;
He feeds among the spicy buds,
Where lilies shew their spotless heads.
4 He has engross'd my warmest love;
No earthly charms my soul can move:
I have a ransom in his heart,
Nor death, nor hell, shall make us part.
5 He takes my soul e'er I'm aware,
And shews me where his glories are;
No chariot of Amminadib
The heav'nly rapture can describe.
6 O may my spirit daily rise
On wings of faith above the skies,
Till death shall make my last remove
To dwell for ever with my Love.
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First Line: | When strangers stand and hear me tell |
Title: | Christ dwells in heav'n but visits on earth |
Meter: | L. M> |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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