NOW be my heart inspired to sing The glories of my Saviour-King, He comes with blessings from above, To win the nations to His love.
The Church of Jesus Christ:
At His right hand our eyes behold A queen arrayed in purest gold; All shall admire her heavenly dress, Her robes of joy and righteousness.
He forms her beauties like His own; He calls and seats her near His throne, And makes her raptured heart forget The idols of her native state.
So shall the King the more rejoice In thee—the favourite of His choice, Let Him be loved and yet adored As thy Redeemer, Friend and Lord.
O happy hour when we shall rise To His fair palace in the skies, And all our sons in numerous train, Each as a prince in glory reign.
Let endless honours crown His head, And every age His praises spread; And our exulting praise approve The condescension of His love.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748