O for a Sweet, Inspiring Ray

O for a sweet in­spir­ing ray

To ani­mate our fee­ble strains

From the bright realms of end­less day

The bliss­ful realms

where Je­sus reigns!

There low be­fore His glo­ri­ous throne

Adoring saints and an­gels fall

And with de­light­ful wor­ship own

His smile their bliss

their Heav’n

their all.

Immortal glo­ries crown His head

While tune­ful hal­le­lu­jahs rise

And love

and joy

and tri­umph spread

Thro’ all th’as­sem­blies of the skies.

He smiles

and ser­aphs tune their songs

To bound­less rap­ture while they gaze;

Ten thou­sand

thou­sand joy­ful tongues

Resound His ev­er­last­ing praise.

There all the fa­vo­rites of the Lamb

Shall join at last the heav’n­ly choir;

O may the joy-in­spir­ing theme

Awake our faith and warm de­sire.

Dear Sav­ior

let Thy Spir­it seal

Our in­ter­est in that bliss­ful place;

Till death re­move this mor­tal veil

And we be­hold Thy love­ly face.