Raise thee, my soul, fly up, and run
Through every heav'nly street,
And say, there's naught below the sun
That's worthy of thy feet.
[Thus will we mount on sacred wings,
And tread the courts above;
Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things,
Shall tempt our meanest love.]
There on a high majestic throne
Th' Almighty Father reigns,
And sheds his glorious goodness down
On all the blissful plains.
Bright like a sun the Savior sits,
And spreads eternal noon;
No evenings there, nor gloomy nights,
To want the feeble moon.
Amidst those ever-shining skies,
Behold the sacred Dove!
While banished sin and sorrow flies
From all the realms of love.
The glorious tenants of the place
Stand bending round the throne;
And saints and seraphs sing and praise
The infinite Three One.
[But O! what beams of heav'nly grace
Transport them all the while
Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face,
And love in every smile!]
Jesus! and when shall that dear day,
That joyful hour, appear,
When I shall leave this house of clay,
To dwell amongst them there?
The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, 1806
Raise thee, my soul, fly up and run. I. Watts. [Heavenly Joys.] Appeared in his Hymns and Sacred Songs, 1707 (ed. 1709, Bk. ii., No. 33), in 8 stanzas of 4 lines, and headed ”The blessed Society in Heaven." It is in common use in its full, and also in an abridged form. In some American collections, including The Baptist Praise Book, N. Y., 1871, it begins "Arise, my soul, fly up and run," and st. ii. and vi. are also omitted.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)