O for a sweet inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endless day,
The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns!
There low before his glorious throne
Adoring saints and angels fall,
And with delightful worship own
His smile their bliss, their Heaven, their all.
Immortal glories crown his head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
And love, and joy, and triumph spread
Through all th’ assemblies of the skies.
He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture while they gaze;
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.
There all the favorites of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heavenly choir;
O may the joy-inspiring theme
Awake our faith and warm desire.
Dear Saviour, let thy spirit seal
Our interest in that blissful place;
Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.
Collection of Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, no. 123 (all six stanzas); Poems, 1780, vol. 1, pp. 166-7; no MS copy; also Nonconformist Women Writers, vol. 1, p. 145.