22    L.M.     Isaac Watts
Christ Dwells in Heaven, but Visits on Earth. Song. 6. 1

1 When mourners stand and hear me tell
  What beauties in my Saviour dwell,
  Where he is gone they fain would know,
  That they may seek and love him too.

2 My best Beloved keeps his throne
  On hills of light, in worlds unknown;
  But he descends and shows his face
  In the young gardens of his grace.

3 [In vineyards, planted by his hand,
  Where fruitful trees in order stand,
  He feeds among the spicy beds,
  Where lilies show their spotless heads.]

4 He has engrossed my warmest love;
  No earthly charms my soul can move;
  I have a mansion in his heart,
  Nor death nor hell shall make us part.

5 [He takes my soul, ere I’m aware,
  And shows me where his glories are;
  No chariots of Amminadib
  The heavenly rapture can describe.]

6 O may my spirit daily rise
  On wings of faith above the skies;
  Till death shall make my last remove,
  To dwell for ever with my Love.