Upon whose wings, my soul I raise,
Till heaven is reached by heavenly lays.
Our hallelujahs, hence, that fly
Repose not, till they meet on high
With those the Church triumphant cry!
This sacred music in my ear
I cry, transported, God is here,
Such tastes of glory do appear.
Before the dread Jehovah's seat
Glad cherubims, this praise repeat,
While myriads worship at His feet.
Mongst whom my searching faith can see
A voice and lyre bestowed shall be,
And hallelujahs sung by me.
My soul which hungers here for grace
Attending spirits there shall place
To see the Eternal face to face.
This hope makes all afflictions light,
Directs my heart and actions right,
My cloud by day, my fire by night.
Thy saints, through hope's refreshment shall
With hourly hallelujahs fall
Until the great archangel's call.
Which hasten, Lord, thy chosen pray;
The elect all languish for that day,
Oh come! Lord Jesus, come away!
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