O for a sweet inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endless day,
The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns!
There low before His glorious throne,
Adoring saints and angels fall,
And with delightful worship own
His smile their bliss, their heav’n, their all.
Immortal glories crown His head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
And love, and joy, and triumph spread,
Thro’ all th’assemblies of the skies.
He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs,
To boundless rapture while they gaze;
Ten thousand, thousand joyful tongues
Resound His everlasting praise.
There all the favorites of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heav’nly choir;
O may the joy-inspiring theme
Awake our faith and warm desire.
Dear Savior, let Thy Spirit seal
Our interest in that blissful place;
Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold Thy lovely face.