The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven

Verse 1

Descend from heaven, immortal Dove, Stoop down and take us on thy wings, And mount and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things;

Verse 2

Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Up where eternal ages roll, Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the soul.

Verse 3

O for a sight, a pleasing sight, Of our almighty Father’s throne; There sits our Saviour crowned with light, Clothed in a body like our own.

Verse 4

Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones and powers before him fall; The God shines gracious through the Man, And sheds sweet glories on them all.

Verse 5

O what amazing joys they feel, While to their golden harps they sing And sit on every heavenly hill, And spread the triumphs of their King!

Verse 6

When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above, And stand and bow amongst them there And view thy face, and sing thy love?