1 With what delight I raise my eyes,
And view the courts, where Jesus dwells!
Jesus, who reigns beyond the skies,
And here below his grace reveals.

2 Of Gods own house the sacred key
Is borne by that majestic hand;
Mansions and treasures there I see
Subjected all to his command.

3 He shuts, and worlds might strive in vain
The mighty obstacle to move;
He looses all their bars again,
And who shall shut the gates of love?

4 Fix'd in omnipotence he bears
The glories of his Father's name,
Sustains his people's weighty cares,
Thro' ev'ry changing age the same.

5 My little all I there suspend,
Where the whole weight of heav'n is hung;
Secure I rest on such a friend,
And into raptures wake my tongue.