When strangers stand and hear me tell

What beauties in my Savior dwell,

Where he is gone they fain would know,

That they may seek and love him too.

My best Beloved keeps his throne

On hills of light, in worlds unknown;

But he descends and shows his face

In the young gardens of his grace.

[In vineyards planted by his hand,

Where fruitful trees in order stand;

He feeds among the spicy beds,

Where lilies show their spotless heads.

He has engrossed my warmest love,

No earthly charms my soul can move:

I have a mansion in his heart,

Nor death nor hell shall make us part.]

[He takes my soul ere I'm aware,

And shows me where his glories are;

No chariot of Amminadib

The heav'nly rapture can describe.

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.]