265    L.M.     Isaac Watts
“My heart rejoiceth in the Lord.” 1 Sam. 2. 1

1 Lord, what a heaven of saving grace
  Shines through the beauties of thy face,
  And lights our passions to a flame!
  Lord, how we love thy charming name!

2 When I can say, “My God is mine,”
  When I can feel thy glories shine,
  I tread the world beneath my feet,
  And all that earth calls good or great.

3 While such a scene of sacred joys
  Our raptured eyes and soul employs,
  Here we could sit and gaze away,
  A long, an everlasting day.

4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night
  To the fair coasts of perfect light;
  Then shall our joyful senses rove
  O’er the dear Object of our love.

5 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss,
  And pluck new life from heavenly trees;
  Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow
  A drop of heaven on worms below.]

6 [Send comforts down from thy right hand,
  While we pass through this barren land,
  And in thy temple let us see
  A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee.]