1 Lord, 'tis an infinite delight
To see thy lovely face,
To dwell whole ages in thy sight,
And feel thy vital rays.
2 This Gabriel knows; and sings thy name
With raptures on his tongue;
Moses the saint enjoys the same,
And heaven repeats the song.
3 While the bright nation sounds thy praise
From each eternal hill,
Sweet odors of exhaling grace
The happy region fill.
4 Thy love, a sea without a shore,
Spreads life and joy abroad;
O 'tis a heaven worth dying for
To see a smiling God.
3 Show me thy face, and I'll away
From all inferior things;
Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay,
And stretch my airy wings.
6 Sweet was the journey to the sky
And wondrous prophet tried;
"Climb up the mount (says God) and die;"
The prophet climbed and died.
7 Softly his fainting head he lay
Upon his Maker's breast;
His Maker kissed his soul away,
And laid his flesh to rest.
8 In God's own arms he left the breath
That God"S own Spirit gave;
His was the noblest road to death,
And his the sweetest grave.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791