Now let my soul with transport rise

1 How let my soul with transport rise,
And range thro' earth and mount the skies,
And view each various form of good,
Where angels hold their high abode.

2 Hath not the bounteous King of heav'n
His chief belov'd already giv'n?
And what shall mercy hold too good
For sinners ransom'd with his blood?

3 My soul, with fearless faith embrace
The sacred cov'nant of his grace;
With joyful hope, obedient, wait
The issues of a love so great.

Source: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #154