Hymn on Heaven.
I
Hail, sacred Salem, plac'd on high!
Seat of the mighty king,
What thought can grasp thy boundless bliss?
What tongue thy glories sing?
II
Thy crystal tow'rs and palaces
Magnificently rise,
And dart their beauteous lustre round
The empyrean skies.
III
The voice of triumph in thy streets,
And acclamations sound:
Gay banquets in thy splendid courts,
And nuptial joys abound.
IV
Bright smiles on ev'ry face appear,
Rapture in ev'ry eye;
From ev'ry mouth glad anthems flow,
And charming harmony.
V
Illustrious day for ever there
Streams from the face divine;
No pale-fac'd moon e'er glimmers forth,
Nor stars, nor sun decline.
VI
No searching heats, no piercing colds,
The changing seasons bring;
But o'er the fields mild breezes there
Breathe an eternal spring.
VII
The flow'rs with lasting beauty shine,
And deck the smiling ground;
While flowing streams of pleasure all
The happy plains surround.