Text: | Heaven |
Author: | J. Straphan |
1 On wings of faith, mount up my soul and rise,
View thine inheritance beyond the skies:
Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell,
What endless pleasures in those mansions dwell;
Here our redeemer lives, all bright and glorious,
O'er sin and death and hell, he reigns victorious.
2 No gnawing grief, no sad heart-rending pain,
In that blest country can admission gain;
No sorrow there, no soul-tormenting fear;
For God's own hand shall wipe the falling tear.
Here our redeemer lives, all bright and glorious;
O'er sin and death and hell, he reigns victorious.
3 Before the throne a crystal river glides,
Immortal verdure decks its cheerful sides:
Here the fair tree of life majestic rears
Its blooming head, and sovereign virtue bears
Here our redeemer lives, all bright and glorious;
O'er sin and death and hell, he reigns victorious.
4 No rising sun his needless beams display,
No sickly moon emits her feeble rays:
The godhead here celestial glory sheds,
Th' exalted lamb eternal radiance spreads,
Here our redeemer lives, all bright and glorious;
O'er sin and death and hell, he reigns victorious.
5 One distant glimpse my eager passion fires!
Jesus, to thee my longing soul aspires!
When shall I at my heavenly home arrive,
When leave this earth, and when begin to live?
For here my Savior is all bright and glorious,
O'er sin and death and hell, he reigns victorious.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | On wings of faith, mount up my soul and rise |
Title: | Heaven |
Author: | J. Straphan |
Meter: | As the old 50th |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | Heaven; Happiness and joys of heaven |
Notes: | Public Domain. |