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34. The Joys of Heaven

I. Come Lord, and warm each languid heart,
Inspire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of heav'n impart
Their influence to our song.

II. Then to the shining seats of bliss
The wings of faith shall soar,
And all the charms of Paradise
Our raptur'd thoughts explore.

III. Pleasures, unsullied, flourish there,
Beyond the reach of time:
Not blooming Eden smil'd so fair,
In all her flow'ry prime.

IV. No sun shall gild the blest abode
With his meridian ray,
But the more radiant throne of God
Diffuse eternal day.

V. Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care,
And discord there shall cease,
And perfect joy and love sincere
Adorn the realms of peace.

VI. The soul, from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its pow'r no more;
But, cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.

VII. There on a throne, (how dazzling bright!)
Th'exalted Saviour shines;
And beams ineffable delight
On all the heav'nly minds.

VIII. There shall the followers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;
And endless honours to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.

IX. While sweet reflection calls to mind
The scenes of mortal care,
When God, their God, for ever kind,
Was present to their pray'r;

X. How will the wonders of his grace
In their full lustre shine?
His wisdom, pow'r, and faithfulness,
All glorious! all divine!

XI. The Saviour, dying, rising, crown'd,
Shall swell the lofty strains,
Seraph and saint his praise resound,
Through all th'etherial plains.

XII. But oh! their transports, oh! their songs,
What mortal thought can paint?
Transcendent glory awes our tongues,
And all our notes are faint.

XIII. Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
Our feeble notes inspire;
Till in thy blissful courts above,
We join the heav'nly choir.

Text Information
First Line: Come Lord, and warm each languid heart
Title: The Joys of Heaven
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
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