1 Now who are they who dare to say,
I've been too kind to these,
A right I have to damn or save,
If men will not believe.
2 Those robes they wear that shine so fair,
And dazzle like the sun,
I've kept above wrapt up in love;
And angels ne'er had one.
3 Dear saints but I was forced to die,
Or you must naked gone;
They're made for you, I know they'll do,
For I have tried them on.
4 Lord when shall we like angels be,
And travel through the air;
And all thy host travel this coast,
And meet together there.
Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs: for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians 1800