The Happiness of the Saints Above

Verse 1

O could we read our int'rest here, Jesus, in these dear words of thine, A heav'n of pleasure would appear, A blissful view of joys divine.

Verse 2

Dear Saviour, let thy boundless grace Remove our guilt, our fears remove; Then shall our thoughts with rapture trace The radiant mansions of thy love.

Verse 3

There shall our hearts no more complain, Nor sin prevail, nor grace decay; But perfect joy forever reign, One glorious, undeclining day.

Verse 4

No darkness there shall cloud our sight; These now dejected feeble eyes, Shall gaze, with infinite delight, On the full glories of the skies.

Verse 5

There shall we see thy lovely face, And chang'd to purity divine, Partake the splendors of the place, And in thy glorious likeness shine.

Verse 6

Yes, dearest Lord, to dwell with thee, Thy praise our endless, sweet employ, Must be immense felicity, A full infinitude of joy!

Verse 7

O let thy spirit now impart, The kind assurance of thy love, With sealing pow'r to ev'ry heart, Sweet earnest of the joys above.