1 When strangers stand and hear me tell What beauties in my Saviour dwell; Where he is gone, they fain would know, That they may seek and love him too.
2 My best beloved keeps his throne On hills of light in worlds unknown But he descends, and shews his face In the young gardens of his grace.
3 [In vineyards planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand; He feeds among the spicy beds, Where lilies shew their spotless heads.
4 He has engross'd my warmest love, No earthly charms my soul can move: I have a mansion in his heart, Nor death nor hell shall make us part.]
5 [He takes my soul ere I'm aware, And shews me where his glories are; No chariot of Amminadib The heavenly rapture can describe.
6 O may my spirit daily rise On wings of faith above the skies, Till death shall make my last remove To dwell for ever with my love.]