Mourning, and drooping, here I lie

1 Mourning, and drooping, here I lie
Upon this earthly clod,
While heavenly things invite my eye,
And bring me to my God.

2 Transported with a glorious view
Of God's eternal love,
Unto this world I bid adieu,
And long to be above.

3 There all the saints in harmony
Do stand forevermore,
And to a vast eternity
Their glorious Lord adore,

4 Hark! Hark! Methinks I hear the sound;
Methinks the angels sing;
The glorious melody goes round,
Which makes the heavens to ring.

5 The saints above do sing a song
(In a melodious strain)
Which doth to God alone belong,
And to the Lamb once slain.

6 Wonder, and love, and joy, and praise,
Fill all their happy souls,
While the vast flood of sovereign grace
Through all the region rolls.

7 The saints all clothed in white array,
Their Savior's praise declare;
Through the bright realms of endless day
There's not one mourner there.

8 But oh, the glory of the place,
No mortal tongue can tell!
Where they behold their Savior's face,
And in his presence dwell.

9 Oh, how they each perform their parts,
Through all the happy train!
This glorious song inspires their hearts,
Worthy the Lamb, once slain!

10 Amen, they cry, Amen, Amen,
Thy ways oh God are true;
Blessing and glory, wisdom, and
Thanksgiving is thy due.

11 Honor, and power and endless might,
Be given to thee, oh Lord!
In this sweet song thy all unite,
And sing with one accord.

12 Oh, how the bending seraphs join
To praise the God above!
While all the saints, in notes divine,
Do sing redeeming love.

13 Worthy, oh Lord, worthy art thou,
To wear the glorious crown;
So all the saints in glory bow,
And cast their diadems down.

14 The song eternally goes round,
To him that made the sky,
I'm lost, I'm lost, to view the bound
Of vast eternity.

15 When there have past more million years
Than sands upon the shore;
The saints above will have not fears
That the blest space is o'er,

16 If all the drops of oceans wide
Were to be numbered o'er,
And then by millions multiplied,
And twice as many more;

17 And then as many years should pass
As water drops in all;
Or grains of sand, or spires of grass,
Upon this earthly ball;

18 Then add as many millions more
As stars that fill the sky;
Then all that number doubled o'er
Can't meet eternity.

19 Eternity will still remain;
'Twill be eternity.
The song to God the Three in One
Will last eternally.

20 Who can describe the blessedness
Of pleasure ever new?
I long the glory to possess,
And bid all sin adieu.

21 Farewell my friends, I long to go;
Adieu death, sorrow, pain,
Adieu to fears, adieu to woe;
And welcome endless gain.

22 Oh, how my soul doth long to quit
This earth, and soar away!
Oh Jesus, if it is most fit,
Let not thy chariot stay.

23 Come take my longing spirit up,
To dwell with thee above;
I long with thee, my Lord to sup,
On everlasting love.

24 The time seems long till thou dost bring
My soul unto that place,
Where I thy praise shall ever sing,
And rest in thine embrace.

The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791