Hymn 2:42 [My God, What Endless Pleasures Dwell]

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Title:     Hymn 2:42 [My God, What Endless Pleasures Dwell]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Delight in God.

My God, what endless pleasures dwell
Above at thy right-hand!
The courts below, how amiable,
Where all thy graces stand!

The swallow near thy temple lies,
And chirps a cheerful note;
The lark mounts upward to thy skies,
And tunes her warbling throat:

And we, when in thy presence, Lord,
We shout with joyful tongues,
Or sitting round our Father's board,
We crown the feast with songs.

While Jesus shines with quickening grace,
We sing and mount on high;
But if a frown becloud his face,
We faint, and tire, and die.

[Just as we see the lonesome dove
Bemoan her widow'd state,
Wandering she flies thro' all the grove,
And mourns her loving mate.

Just so our thoughts from thing to thing
In restless circles rove,
Just so we drop, and hang the wing,
When Jesus hides his love.]

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:42 [My God, What Endless Pleasures Dwell]

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