The Psalms of David ‎#II.LXXV

II.LXXV. From Thee, my God, my Joys shall rise

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 out-brave,
Leave dull Mortality behind,
And fly beyond the Grave.

3 There where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In Heav'n's unmeasur'd Space,
I'll spend a long Eternity
In Pleasure and in Praise.

3 Millions of Years my wond'ring Eyes
Shall o'er thy Beauties rove,
And, endless Ages, I'll adore
The Glories of thy Love.

4 Sweet Jesus, ev'ry Smile of thine
Shall fresh Endearments bring,
And Thousand Tastes of new Delight
From all thy Graces spring.

6 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my Soul
Up to thy blest Abode;
Fly, for my Spirit longs to see
My Saviour and my God.

Text Information

• First Line: From Thee, my God, my Joys shall rise
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Blessed Society in Heaven; Christ: Beatific Sight of Him; Spiritual Joy; Eternal Joy

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