My thoughts surmount these lower skies
by Isaac Watts·1707·Meter 8.6.8.6 (CM)
Based on 2 Cor 4:17,18
1
My thoughts surmount these lower skies,
And look within the veil;
There springs of endless pleasure rise,
The waters never fail.
2
There I behold, with sweet delight,
The blessed Three in One;
And strong affections fix my sight
On God's incarnate Son.
3
His promise stands for ever firm,
His grace shall ne'er depart;
He binds my name upon his arm,
And seals it on his heart.
4
Light are the pains that nature brings;
How short our sorrows are,
When with eternal future things
The present we compare!
5
I would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,
Where I for ever hope to dwell
Near my Redeemer's face.