DLXXXVIII. The everlasting Song

1 Earth has engross'd my love too long
'Tis time I lift mine eyes
Upward, dear Father, to thy throne,
And to my native skies.

2 There the blest man my Savior sits;
The God how bright he shines!
And scatters infinite delights
On all the happy minds.

3 Seraphs with elevated strains,
Circle the throne around:
And move, and charm the starry plains
With an immortal sound.

4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs;
Jesus, my love, they sing:
Jesus, the life of both our joys,
Sounds sweet from every string.

5 [Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds
Of time and space they run;
And echo in majestic sounds
The godhead of the Son!

6 And now they sink the lofty tune,
And gentler notes they play;
And bring the Father's Equal down
To dwell in humble clay.

7 O sacred beauties of the man!
(The God resides within:)
His flesh all pure without a stain;
His soul without a sin:

8 But when to Calvary they turn,
Silent their hearts abide;
Suspended songs, a moment mourn
The God that lov'd and dy'd.

9 Then, all at once, to living strains
They summon every chord:
Tell how he triumph'd o'er his pains,
And chant the rising Lord.]

10 Now let me mount and join their song,
And be an angel too:
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
Here's joyful work for you.

11 I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise:
O for some heavenly notes to bear
My passions to the skies!

12 There ye that love my Savior sit;
There I would have a place,
Among your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see his face.

Text Information
First Line: Earth has engross'd my love too long
Title: The everlasting Song
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: Heaven
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