Lord, 'tis an infinite delight

Verse 1

Lord, 'tis an infinite delight To see thy lovely face, To dwell whole ages in thy sight, And feel thy vital rays.

Verse 2

This Gabriel knows; and sings thy name With raptures on his tongue; Moses the saint enjoys the same, And heaven repeats the song.

Verse 3

While the bright nation sounds thy praise From each eternal hill, Sweet odours of exhaling grace The happy region fill.

Verse 4

Thy love, a sea without a shore, Spreads life and joy abroad; O 'tis a heaven worth dying for, To see a smiling God.

Verse 5

Sweet was the journey to the sky And wondrous prophet try'd; "Climb up the mount," says God, "and die," The prophet climb'd and died.

Verse 6

Softly his fainting head he lay Upon his maker's breast; His maker kiss'd his soul away, And laid his flesh to rest.

Verse 7

Shew me thy face, and I'll away From all inferior things; Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay, And stretch my airy wings.