Text: | Celestial prospects |
1 Sweet glories rush upon my sight,
And charm my won'dring eyes;
The regions of immortal light,
The beauties of the skies?
2 All hail! ye fair celestial shores!
Ye lands of endless day!
Swift on my view your prospect pours,
And drives my griefs away.
3 There's a delightful clearness now,
My clouds of doubt are gone,
Fled is my former darkness too,
My fears are all withdrawn.
4 Short is the passage--short the space
Between my home and me;
There! there behold the radiant place!
How near the mansions be!
6 Immortal wonders! boundless things!
In those dear worlds appear;
Prepare me, Lord, to stretch my wings,
And in these glories share.
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First Line: | Sweet glories rush upon my sight |
Title: | Celestial prospects |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Heaven: Prospect of |