HYMN XCIX.
[Whither should our full souls aspire]
Whither should our full souls aspire,
At this transporting feast?
They never can on earth be higher,
Or more completely blest.
Our cup of blessing from above
Delightfully runs o'er,
Till from these bodies they remove
Our souls can hold no more.
To heaven the mystic banquet leads;
Let us to heaven ascend,
And bear this joy upon our heads
Till it in glory end.
Till all who truly join in this,
The marriage supper share,
Enter into their Master's bliss,
And feast for ever there.
