Blest Jesus, when my soaring thoughts

Verse 1

Blest Jesus! when my soaring thoughts O’er all Thy graces rove, How is my soul in transport lost-- In wonder, joy, and love!

Verse 2

Not softest strains can charm mine ears, Like Thy belovèd name; Nor aught beneath the skies inspire My heart with equal flame.

Verse 3

Where’er I look, my wondering eyes Unnumbered blessings see; But what is life, with all its bliss, If once compared to Thee?

Verse 4

When nature faints, around my bed Let Thy bright glories shine; And death shall all his terrors lose In raptures so divine.

Verse 5

Amen.