1 Blest Jesus, source of ev'ry grace,
From far to view thy smiling face,
While absent thus by faith we live,
Exceeds all joys that earth can give.
2 But O! what extacy unknown
Fills the wide circle round thy throne,
Where ev'ry rapt'rous hour appears
Nobler than millions of our years!
3 Millions by millions multiplied,
Shall ne'er thy saints from thee divide;
But the bright legions live and praise
Thro' all thy own immortal days.
4 O happy dead, in thee that sleep,
While o'er their mould'ring dust we weep!
O faithful Saviour, who shalt come
That dust to ransom from the tomb!
5 While thine unerring word imparts
So rich a cordial to our hearts,
Thro' tears our triumphs shall be shown,
Tho' round their graves, and near our own.
Source: The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #H22