O for a sweet in­spir­ing ray,
To ani­mate our fee­ble strains,
From the bright realms of end­less day,
The bliss­ful realms, where Je­sus reigns!

There low be­fore His glo­ri­ous throne,
Adoring saints and an­gels fall,
And with de­light­ful wor­ship own
His smile their bliss, their Heav’n, their all.

Immortal glo­ries crown His head,
While tune­ful hal­le­lu­jahs rise,
And love, and joy, and tri­umph spread,
Thro’ all th’as­sem­blies of the skies.

He smiles, and ser­aphs tune their songs,
To bound­less rap­ture while they gaze;
Ten thou­sand, thou­sand joy­ful tongues
Resound His ev­er­last­ing praise.

There all the fa­vo­rites of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heav’n­ly choir;
O may the joy-in­spir­ing theme
Awake our faith and warm de­sire.

Dear Sav­ior, let Thy Spir­it seal
Our in­ter­est in that bliss­ful place;
Till death re­move this mor­tal veil,
And we be­hold Thy love­ly face.