1 From thee, my God, my joys shall rise, And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the skies And all created bounds.
2 The holy triumphs of my soul Shall death itself out-brave, Leave dull mortality behind, And fly beyond the grave.
3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns In heaven's unmeasur'd space, I'll spend a long eternity In pleasure and in praise.
4 Millions of years my wondering eyes Shall o'er thy beauties rove, And endless ages I'll adore The glories of thy love.
5 [Sweet Jesus, every smile of thine Shall fresh endearments bring, And thousand tastes of new delight From all thy graces spring.
6 Haste, my beloved, fetch my soul Up to thy bless'd abode, Fly, for my spirit longs to see My Saviour and my God.