From thee, my God, my joys shall rise

Verse 1

From thee, my God, my joys shall rise, And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the skies, And all created bounds.

Verse 2

The holy triumphs of my soul Shall death itself outbrave, Leave dull mortality behind, And fly beyond the grave.

Verse 3

There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, In heav'n's unmeasured space, I'll spend a long eternity In pleasure and in praise.

Verse 4

Millions of years my wond'ring eyes Shall o'er thy beauties rove, And endless ages I'll adore The glories of thy love.

Verse 5

Sweet Jesus, every smile of thine Shall fresh endearments bring; And thousand tastes of new delight From all thy graces spring.

Verse 6

Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul Up to thy blest abode; Fly, for my spirit longs to see My Savior and my God.