1 Earth has engross'd my love too long!
'Tis time I lift mine eyes
Upward, dear Father, to thy throne,
And to my native skies.
2 There the blest man, my Saviour, sits;
The God! how bright he shines!
And scatters infinite delights
On all the happy minds.
3 Seraphs, with elevated strains,
Circle the throne around;
And move and charm the starry plains
With an immortal sound.
4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs;--
Jesus, my love, they sing!
Jesus, the life of both our joys,
Sounds sweet from every string.
5 Now let me mount and join their song,
And be an angel too;
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,--
Here's joyful work for you.
6 I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise:
O for some heavenly notes to bear
My passions to the skies!
7 There ye that love my Saviour, sit,
There I would fain have place,
Among your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see his face.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #739