No pen can write that sweet delight

1 No pen can write that sweet delight,
Nor human tongue express;
There's none believes, nor can conceive
That joy and happiness:

2 That great degree now shewn to me,
Of future joy and peace;
When they're revealed and not concealed
My life doth almost cease.

3 Eternal songs of praise belong
To Christ my Savior dear;
And I must sing to Christ my king,
And honor him with fear.

4 When I sit down to view that crown,
Laid up for me above,
To meditate and contemplate
On God's eternal love.

5 My soul doth leap to think how deep
My Savior's love hath been;
I'm carried out in thoughts devout,
On things that are unseen.

6 This real view appears so true,
That Jesus is the man,
That did agree with God for me,
Before the world began.

7 Lord when shall we like angels be,
And travel through the air;
And all thy host travel this coast
And meet together there?

Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs: for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians 1800