
Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 92 hymnals First Line: Descend from heav'n immortal Dove Lyrics: 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 thro' 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?
The sight of God and Christ in heaven