Hymn 2:23 [Descend From Heaven, Immortal Dove]

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Title:     Hymn 2:23 [Descend From Heaven, Immortal Dove]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

The sight of God and Christ in heaven.

Descend from heaven, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings,
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things.

Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll,
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.

O for a sight, a pleasing sight
Of our almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour crown'd with light
Cloth'd in a body like our own.

Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones, and powers before him fall;
The God shines gracious thro' the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.

O what amazing joys they feel
While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on every heavenly hill,
And spread the triumphs of their King!

When shall the day, dear Lord, appear
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow amongst them there,
And view thy face, and sing, and love!

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:23 [descend From Heaven, Immortal Dove]

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