1 Lord, 'tis an infinite Delight
To see thy lovely Face,
To dwell whole Ages in thy Sight,
And feel thy vital Rays.
2 This Gabriel knows; and sings thy Name
With Raptures on his Tongue;
Moses the Saint enjoys the same,
And Heav'n repeats the Song.
3 While the bright Nation Sounds thy Praise
From each Eternal Hill,
Sweet Odours of exhaling Grace
The happy Region fill.
4 Thy love, a Sea without a Shore,
Spreads Life and Joy abroad;
O 'tis a Heav'n worth dying for
To see a smiling GOD.
3 Show me thy Face, and I'll away
From all inferior Things;
Speak, LORD, and here I quit my Clay,
And stretch my airy wings.
6 Sweet was the Journey to the Sky
And wondrous Prophet try'd;
"Climb up the Mount (says GOD) and die;"
The Prophet climb'd and dy'd.
7 Softly his fainting Head he lay
Upon his Maker's Breast;
His Maker kiss'd his Soul away,
And laid his Flesh to rest.
8 In GOD's own Arms he left the Breath
That GOD"S own Spirit gave;
His was the noblest Road to Death,
And his the sweetest Grave.
|First Line:||Lord, 'tis an infinite Delight|
|Title:||The Presence of GOD worth dying for|