1 O for a sweet inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endless day,
The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns!

2 There, low before his glorious throne,
Adoring saints and angels fall;
And with delightful worship own
His smile, their bliss, their heaven, their all.

3 Immortal glories crown his head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
And love, and joy, and triumph spread
Thro' all th' assemblies of the skies.

4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture while they gaze;
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.

5 There all the fovorites of the lamb
Shall join at last the heavenly choir;
O may the joy inspiring theme
Awake our faith and warm desire!

6 Dear Savior, let thy spirit seal
Our interest in that blissful place;
'Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.