480    L.M.     Isaac Watts
A Sight of God Mortifies to the World. Ps. 73. 25

1 Up to the fields where angels lie,
  And living waters gently roll,
  Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,
  But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

2 Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ,
  Can make this world of guilt remove;
  And thou canst bear me where thou fliest,
  On thy kind wings, celestial Dove.

3 [O might I once mount up and see
  The glories of the eternal skies,
  What little things these worlds would be;
  How despicable to my eyes.]

4 Had I a glance of thee, my God,
  Kingdoms and men would vanish soon;
  Vanish as though I saw them not,
  As a dim candle dies at noon.

5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
  I should perceive the noise no more
  Than we can hear a shaking leaf,
  While rattling thunders round us roar.

6 Great All in All, eternal King!
  Let me but view thy lovely face,
  And all my powers shall bow and sing
  Thy endless grandeur and thy grace.