The Psalms of David ‎#II.XXIII

II.XXIII. Descend from Heav'n immortal Dove

1 Descend from Heav'n, 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,
Cloth'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 through 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 ev'ry heav'nly 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Descend from Heav'n immortal Dove
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Topic: Breathing towards heaven; Blessed Society in Heaven; Sight of God and Christ in Heaven; Hell and Death

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