O for a sweet, inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endless
The blissful realms where Jesus
There low before the
Adoring saints and angels fall!
And with delightful worship own
His smile their bliss, their
heav�n, their all.
Immortal glories crown His
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
And love, and joy, and triumph
Thro� all th�assemblies of the
He smiles, and seraphs tune
To boundless rapture while they
Ten thousand, joyful tongues
Resound His everlasting praise.