Hymn/Song Information

Lord tis an infinite delight To see thy lovely

Lord, 'tis an infinite delight
To see thy lovely face,
To dwell whole ages in thy sight,
And feel thy vital rays.

This Gabriel knows; and sings thy name
With raptures on his tongue;
Moses the saint enjoys the same,
And heaven repeats the song.

While the bright nation sounds thy praise
From each eternal hill,
Sweet odors of exhaling grace
The happy region fill.

Thy love, a sea without a shore,
Spreads life and joy abroad;
O 'tis a heaven worth dying for
To see a smiling God.

Show me thy face, and I'll away
From all inferior things;
Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay,
And stretch my airy wings.

Sweet was the journey to the sky
And wondrous prophet tried;
"Climb up the mount (says God) and die;"
The prophet climbed and died.

Softly his fainting head he lay
Upon his Maker's breast;
His Maker kissed his soul away,
And laid his flesh to rest.

In God's own arms he left the breath
That God"S own Spirit gave;
His was the noblest road to death,
And his the sweetest grave.