Hymn 16 Part 2

The enjoyment of Christ; or, Delight in ordinances. Lord, what a heav'n of saving grace Shines through the beauties of thy face, And lights our passions to a flame! Lord, how we love thy charming name! When I can say, "My God is mine," When I can feel thy glories shine, I tread the world beneath my feet, And all that earth calls good or great. While such a scene of sacred joys Our raptured eyes and souls employs, Here we could sit, and gaze away A long, an everlasting day. Well, we shall quickly pass the night To the fair coasts of perfect light; Then shall our joyful senses rove O'er the dear object of our love. [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heav'nly trees: Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heav'n on worms below. Send comforts down from thy right hand, While we pass through this barren land, And in thy temple let us see A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.]