1 O for a sweet inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endless day,
The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns!
2 There low before his glorious throne,
Adoring saints and angels fall
And with delightful worship own
His smile their bliss, their heaven, their all.
3 Immortal glories crown his head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise:
And love, and joy, and triumph spread
Through all the assemblies of the skies.
4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs,
To boundless rapture while they gaze;
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.
5 There all the ransomed of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heavenly choir;
O may the joy-inspiring them,
Awake our faith, our warm desire!
6 Dear Savior, let thy Spirit seal
Our interest in that blissful place.
Till death remove this mortal veil
And we behold thy lovely face.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791