Text:Rapture

LXXX. Rapture

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

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

3 There where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In Heaven's unmeasur'd space,
I'll spend a long eternity
In pleasure and in praise.

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

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

Text Information
First Line: From thee, my God, my joys shall rise
Title: Rapture
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
Topic: After Sermon
Source: The Coll.
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