1 Hail, happy day! the day of holy rest,
When saints assemble and on dainties feast:
When all in smiles the God of grace descends,
Opens His stores, and entertains His friends.
2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone,
Move from my sight, and leave my soul alone:
Its flattering, fading glories I’d despise,
And towards immortal beauties turn mine eyes.
3 My soul is now with nobler love possessed,
I feel the rapture strive with my breast;
My heart all kindles with refined desire,
And boundless charms maintain the pleasing fire.
4 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies,
And on my Savior’s glories fix mine eyes:
Oh! meet my rising soul, stoop from above,
Jesus, and waft it to those realms of love.
5 Ere yet the knot of union be untied,
And death the loving partners shall divide,
A glimpse of future glory I would see,
And taste how joyous ’tis to dwell with thee.
6 But if the wish ambitious is and vain,
Downward I’ll bend my humble flight again,
And to Thy temple with devotion haste;
Oh! let me there on heav’nly fatness feast.
7 There holy souls are with true manna fed,
There eat the living and the quickening bread;
There mix their food with most delicious wine,
And cheer their hearts with cordials all divine.
8 If yet I must not climb the starry height,
And see Thee blazing on a throne of light:
If still the veil between us must divide,
And from mine eyes my Savior’s glories hide,
9 Yet here display the wonders of Thy grace,
Look thro’ the skies and show Thy smiling face;
Stoop down, blest King of glory, from above,
Shine on my soul and ravish me with love.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10482