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FROM THEE, MY GOD, MY JOYS SHALL RISE

Scripture Verse

Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him. 1 Corinthians 2:9

Introduction

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Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Spir­it­ual Songs 1707–09, Book 2, num­ber 75. Spir­it­ual and eter­nal joys; or, The bea­tif­ic sight of Christ.

Music: Wilt­shire (Ste­phen­son) Jo­seph Ste­phen­son, 1760 (🔊 ).

Lyrics

From Thee, my God, my joys shall rise,
And run eter­nal rounds,
Beyond the lim­its of the skies,
Beyond the lim­its of the skies,
And all cre­at­ed bounds,
And all cre­at­ed bounds.

The ho­ly tri­umphs of my soul
Shall death it­self out­brave,
Leave dull mor­tal­ity be­hind,
Leave dull mor­tal­ity be­hind,
And fly be­yond the grave,
And fly be­yond the grave.

There, where my bless­èd Je­sus reigns,
In Heav’n’s un­mea­sured space,
I’ll spend a long eter­ni­ty,
I’ll spend a long eter­ni­ty,
In plea­sure and in praise,
In plea­sure and in praise.

Millions of years my won­der­ing eyes
Shall o’er Thy beau­ties rove,
And end­less ag­es I’ll ad­ore
And end­less ag­es I’ll ad­ore
The glo­ries of Thy love,
The glo­ries of Thy love.

Sweet Je­sus, ev­ery smile of Thine
Shall fresh en­dear­ments bring;
And thou­sand tastes of new de­light
And thou­sand tastes of new de­light
From all Thy grac­es spring,
From all Thy grac­es spring.

Haste, my Be­lov­èd, fetch my soul
Up to Thy blest abode;
Fly, for my spir­it longs to see,
Fly, for my spir­it longs to see
My Sav­ior and my God,
My Sav­ior and my God.