One spark, O God, of heavenly fire

1 One spark, O God, of heavenly fire,
To warm my heart with pure desire.
To reach the realm above;
Immortal glories round me shine,
I'd drink the stream of joy divine
And sing redeeming love.

1 O could I wing my way in haste,
Soon with bright seraphs I would feast,
And join their sweet employ;
I'd glide along the heavenly stream,
And join their most exalted theme
Of everlasting joy.

3 Too mean this little globe for me,
Nor will I e'er contented be,
To feast on things so vain;
Its greatest treasures are but dross,
Its grandeur short, its pleasures cross'd,
Its joys all mixed with pain.

4 But resting on my Saviour's arms,
My soul enjoy transporting charms,
Of everlasting love.
There's life, there's joy, there's solid peace,
A friendship that can never cease;
A rock that cannot move.

5 O then my son! stretch every thought,
To meet within the heavenly court,
Above these mortal cares.
Then with the angels let me rise,
And find my seat above the skies,
Where sins no more distress.

6 Then with an everlasting band,
With kindred saints at God's right hand,
My happy lot shall be;
To sing, to shout, to reign, to rest,
Forever and forever blest
With thee, O God, with thee.

Source: A Selection of Christian Hymns #357