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.