II.XXIII. The sight of God and Christ in heaven

1 Descend from heav'n immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings,
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things:

2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.

3 O for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our almighty Father’s throne!
There sits our Saviour crown'd with light,
Cloth'd in a body like our own.

4 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and pow'rs before him fall;
The God shines gracious thro' the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all!

5 O what amazing joys they feel,
While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on ev'ry heav'nly hill,
And spread the triumphs of their king!

6 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow amongst 'em there
And view thy face, and sing and love?

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First Line: Descend from heav'n immortal Dove
Title: The sight of God and Christ in heaven
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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