Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.@1 Corinthians 2:9
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Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs 1707-08, Book II, number 75.

Wiltshire (Stephenson) Joseph Stephenson, 1760 (🔊 pdf nwc).

From Thee, my God, my joys shall rise,
And run eternal rounds,
Beyond the limits of the skies,
Beyond the limits of the skies,
And all created bounds,
And all created bounds.

The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself outbrave,
Leave dull mortality behind,
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave,
And fly beyond the grave.

There, where my blessèd Jesus reigns,
In Heav’n’s unmeasured space,
I’ll spend a long eternity,
I’ll spend a long eternity,
In pleasure and in praise,
In pleasure and in praise.

Millions of years my wondering eyes
Shall o’er Thy beauties rove,
And endless ages I’ll adore
And endless ages I’ll adore
The glories of Thy love,
The glories of Thy love.

Sweet Jesus, every smile of Thine
Shall fresh endearments bring;
And thousand tastes of new delight
And thousand tastes of new delight
From all Thy graces spring,
From all Thy graces spring.

Haste, my Belovèd, fetch my soul
Up to Thy blest abode;
Fly, for my spirit longs to see,
Fly, for my spirit longs to see
My Savior and my God,
My Savior and my God.