The Worship of Heaven

Verse 1

O for a sweet, inspiring ray, To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns.

Verse 2

There, low before His glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall; And with delightful worship own, His smile their bliss, their heaven, their all.

Verse 3

Immortal glories crown His head, While tuneful hallelujahs rise, And love, and joy, and triumph spread Through all th' assemblies of the skies.

Verse 4

He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs To boundless rapture while they gaze; Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues Resound His everlasting praise.

Verse 5

There, all the favorites of the Lamb Shall join at last the heavenly choir; O may the joy-inspiring theme Awake our faith and warm desire.

Verse 6

Dear Saviour, let Thy Spirit seal Our interest in that blissful place; Till death remove this mortal veil, And we behold Thy lovely face.