In Heav’n the Heart O’erflows with Love

In Heav’n the heart o’er­flows with love

And ev­ery eye be­holds its God;

The pass­ions now no long­er rove

The soul is washed in Je­sus’ blood.

Sin is for ev­er ban­ished thence

Ecstatic rap­tures fill the mind;

The low de­lights of flesh and sense

Are changed for plea­sures all re­fined.

Oceans of bliss in­ces­sant roll

Nor Sa­tan tempts

nor tyr­ants frown;

No tran­si­ent clouds o’er­spread the soul

And guilt and grief are nev­er known.

Oh could we drop this cum­brous clay

Soon would we climb the up­per road;

On wings of love fly swift away

Till we shall reach the throne of God.