Isaac Watts · 670 of 724

Hymn 162

My thoughts surmount these lower skies, And look within the veil; There springs of endless pleasure rise, The waters never fail.

There I behold, with sweet delight, The blessed Three in One; And strong affections fix my sight On God's incarnate Son.

His promise stands for ever firm, His grace shall ne'er depart; He binds my name upon his arm, And seals it on his heart.

Light are the pains that nature brings; How short our sorrows are, When with eternal future things The present we compare!

I would not be a stranger still To that celestial place, Where I for ever hope to dwell Near my Redeemer's face.