The Plymouth Sabbath School Collection of Hymns and Tunes ‎#78

78. Up to the fields where angels lie

1 Up to the fields where angels lie,
And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,
But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

2 O might I once mount up and see
The glories of the eternal skies,
What little things these worlds would be,
How despicable to my eyes!

3 Had I a glance of Thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon;
Vanish as though I saw them not,
As a dim candle dies at noon.

4 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
I should perceive the noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking leaf,
While rattling thunders round us roar.

5 Great All in All, Eternal King!
Let me but view Thy lovely face,
And all my powers shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur and Thy grace.

Text Information

• First Line: Up to the fields where angels lie
• Publication Date: 1865
• Notes: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: UXBRIDGE
• Composer: Dr. L. Mason
• Meter: L. M.
• Key: F Major or modal