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1 0 COULD our thoughts and wishes fly Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky, Which sorrow ne'er invades !

2 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,

In ever-blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

3 Lord! send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim!

With one reviving touch of Thine,
Our languid hearts inflame!

4 O then, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent hope shall rise

To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring,

Immortal, in the skies.

1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble and in joy,

The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

2 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who on His succor trust.

3 O make but trial of His love!
Experience will decide

How blest are they, and only they,
Who in His truth confide.

4 Fear Him, ye saints, and you will en Have nothing else to fear;

Make you His service your delight;
He'll make your wants His care.