The Everlasting Song

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.

There the blest man, my Saviour, sits;

The God! how bright he shines!

And scatters infinite delights

On all the happy minds.

Seraphs, with elevated strains,

Circle the throne around;

And move and charm the starry plains

With an immortal sound.

Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs;--

Jesus, my love, they sing!

Jesus, the life of both our joys,

Sounds sweet from every string.

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.

I would begin the music here,

And so my soul should rise:

O for some heavenly notes to bear

My passions to the skies!

There ye that love my Saviour, sit,

There I would fain have place,

Among your thrones, or at your feet,

So I might see his face.