A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) ‎#480

480. A sight of God mortifies us to the World

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 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ,
Can make this world of guilt remove;
And thou canst bear me where thou fliest,
On thy kind wings, celestial Dove!]

3 [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.]

4 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.

5 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.

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

Text Information

• First Line: Up to the fields where angels lie
• Title: A sight of God mortifies us to the World
• Author: Watts
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1844
• Topic: Heaven and Glory

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