The Psalms And Hymns Of Isaac Watts

C. M.

Meditation of heaven; or, The joy of faith.

My thoughts surmount these lower skies,

And look within the veil;

There springs of endless pleasure rise,

The waters never fail.

There I behold, with sweet delight,

The blessed Three in One;

And strong affections fix my sight

On God's incarnate Son.

His promise stands for ever firm,

His grace shall ne'er depart;

He binds my name upon his arm,

And seals it on his heart.

Light are the pains that nature brings;

How short our sorrows are,

When with eternal future things

The present we compare!

I would not be a stranger still

To that celestial place,

Where I for ever hope to dwell

Near my Redeemer's face.