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.
2 Beyond, beyond this lower Sky,
Up where eternal Ages roll,
Where solid Pleasures never die,
And Fruits immortal feast the Soul.
3 O for a Sight, a pleasing Sight,
Of our Almighty Father's Throne!
There sits our Saviour, crown'd with Light,
Cloath'd in a Body like our own.
4 Adoring Saints around him stand,
And Thrones and Pow'rs before him fall;
The God shines gracious thro' the Man,
And sheds sweet Glories on them all.
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.
6 When shall the Day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow amongst 'em there,
And view thy Face, and sing, and love.
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First Line: | Descend from Heaven immortal Dove |
Title: | A Sight of Christ in Heaven |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1774 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |