1 Sweet glories rush upon my sight,
And charm my wondering eyes;
The regions of immortal light,
The beauties of the skies!
2 All hail! ye fair celestial shores!
Ye lands of endless day!
Swift on my view your prospect pours,
And drives my griefs away.
3 There's a delightful clearness now,
My clouds of doubt are gone,
Fled is my former darkness too,
My fears are all withdrawn.
4 Short is the passage--short the space
Between my home and me;
There! there behold the radiant place!
How near the mansions be!
6 Immortal wonders! boundless things!
In those dear worlds appear;
Prepare me, Lord, to stretch my wings,
And in these glories share.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799