1 Lord, when my Tho'ts with Wonder roll
O'er the sharp Sorrows of thy Soul;
And read my Maker's broken Laws,
Repair'd and honour'd by thy Cross:

2 When I behold Death, Hell, and Sin,
Vanquish'd by that dear Blood of thine,
And see the Man that groan'd and dy'd
Sit glorious by his Father's Side:

3 My Passions rise and soar above,
I'm wing'd with Faith, and fir'd with Love;
Fain would I reach eternal Things,
And learn the Notes that Gabriel sings.

4 But my Heart fails, my Tongue complains,
For Want of their immortal Strains;
And in such humble Notes as these
Must fall below thy Victories.

5 Well, the kind Minute must appear,
When we shall leave these Bodies here;
These Clogs of Clay, and mount on high,
To join the Songs above the Sky.