I saw the Spirit descending from Heaven like a dove. John 1:32
Words: Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs 1707–09, Book 2, number 23.
The sight of God and Christ in heaven.
Music: Louvan Virgil C. Taylor, Choral Anthems (Boston, Massachusetts: 1850) (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Taylor (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Descend from Heav’n, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on Thy wings,
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things:
Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll;
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.
O for a sight, a pleasing sight
Of our almighty Father’s throne!
There sits our Savior crowned with light,
Clothed in a body like our own.
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.
O what amazing joys they feel
While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on every heav’nly hill,
And spread the triumphs of their king!
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?