1 O the delights, the heavenly joys, The glories of the place Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams Of his o'erflowing grace.
2 Sweet majesty and awful love Sit smiling on his brow, And all the glorious ranks above At humble distance bow.
3 [Princes to his imperial Name Bend their bright sceptres down, Dominions, thrones, and powers rejoice To see him wear the crown.]
4 Archangels sound his lofty praise Thro' every heavenly street, And lay their highest honours down Submissive at his feet.
5 Those soft, those blessed feet of his That once rude iron tore, High on a throne of light they stand, And all the saints adore.
6 His head, the dear majestic head That cruel thorns did wound, See what immortal glories shine, And circle it around.
7 This is the Man, th' exalted Man, Whom we unseen adore; But when our eyes behold his face, Our hearts shall love him more.
8 [Lord, how our souls are all on fire To see thy bless'd abode, Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise To our incarnate God.
9 And whilst our faith enjoys this sight, We long to leave our clay, And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord, To fetch our souls away.]