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Descend from heaven, immortal Dove

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #344 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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: Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Up where eternal ages roll; Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the soul. O for a sight, a pleasing sight Of our Almighty Father's throne! There sits our Savior crowned with light, Clothed in a body like our own. Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones and powers before him fall; The God shines gracious through the man, And sheds sweet glories on them all. O what amazing joys they feel While to their golden harps they sing, And sit on every heav'nly hill, And spread the triumphs of their King! When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above, And stand and bow amongst them there, And view thy face, and sing, and love? Topics: Complaint pride, atheism, oppression, etc; Pride and atheism, and oppression punished; Corruption of manners general; Times evil; Atheism practical; Christ his coming, the signs of it; Enemies destroyed; Evil times; Falsehood and oppression, deliverance from them; Flattery and deceit complained of; Hypocrites and hypocrisy; Saints safety in evil times; Signs of Christ's coming; Sins of tongue Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English

Descend from Heav'n immortal Dove

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XXIII (1766) Lyrics: 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 through 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. Topics: Breathing towards heaven; Blessed Society in Heaven; Sight of God and Christ in Heaven; Hell and Death Languages: English