HYMN 33. (C. M.) The blessed Society in Heaven.
I
Raise thee, my soul, fly up and run
Thro' every heavenly street,
And say, There's nought below the sun
That's worthy of thy feet.
II
Thus will we mount on sacred wings
And tread the courts above;
Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things
Shall tempt our meanest love.
III
There on a high majestic throne
Th'Almighty Father reigns,
And sheds his glorious goodness down
On all the blissful plains.
IV
Bright like a sun the Saviour sits,
And spreads eternal noon,
No evenings there, nor gloomy nights,
To want the feeble moon.
V
Amidst! those ever-shining skies
Behold the sacred Dove,
While banish'd sin and sorrow flies
From all the realms of love.
VI
The glorious tenants of the place
Stand bending round the throne;
An saints and seraphs sing and praise
The infinite Three One.
VII
But O what beams of heavenly grace
Transport them all the while!
Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face,
And love in every smile!
VIII
Jesus, and when shall that dear day,
That joyful hour appear,
When I shall leave this house of clay
To dwell amongst them there?
