3. O for a lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean! Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, True Happiness to be found only in God. 1. In vain I trace creation o'er, In search of sacred rest; 2. In vain would this low world employ Each flattering, specious wile; There's nought can yield a real joy, But my Creator's smile. 3. Let Earth and all her charms depart, Unworthy of the mind; In God alone this restless heart 4. Great Spring of all felicity, To whom my wishes tend, 4. Let every creature rise and bring Angels descend with songs again, The sight of God and Christ in Heaven. 1. Descend from Heaven, immortal Dove, Stoop down and take us on thy wings; And mount, and bear us far above, The reach of these inferior things: 2. Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Up where eternal ages roll; Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the soul. 3. O for a sight, a pleasing sight Of our almighty Father's throne ! 4. Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones and powers before him fall; The God shines gracious through the man, And sheds sweet glories on them all. 5. O, what amazing joy they feel, While to their golden harps they sing ; And sit on every heavenly hill, And spread the triumphs of their King! 6. When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above; And stand and bow amongst them there, And view thy face, and sing, and love? Th' livingFount whence pleasure flows, Which th' vain world nor seeks nor knows. 1. Hail, Savior! thou the heart's delight, The living Fount whence pleasure flows, 2. If thou unto my heart repair, Truth shines with noontide lustre there; |