191 1 0 COULD our thoughts and wishes fly Above these gloomy shades, To those bright worlds beyond the sky, Which sorrow ne'er invades ! 2 There joys unseen by mortal eyes, In ever-blooming prospects rise, 3 Lord! send a beam of light divine, With one reviving touch of Thine, 4 O then, on faith's sublimest wing, To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring, Immortal, in the skies. 1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still 2 The hosts of God encamp around 3 O make but trial of His love! How blest are they, and only they, 4 Fear Him, ye saints, and you will en Have nothing else to fear; Make you His service your delight; |