HOW soon! my God, my joys shall rise And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the skies, And all created bounds.
There, where my Saviour, Jesus, reigns, In Heaven’s unmeasured space, I’ll spend a long eternity In pleasure and in praise.
Millions of years my wondering eyes, Shall o’er Thy beauties rove; And endless ages I’ll adore, The glories of Thy love.
Sweet Jesus, every smile of Thine Shall fresh endearments bring; And thousand tastes of new delight From all Thy graces spring.
Haste, my Beloved, and take my soul Up to Thy blest abode: Come, for my spirit longs to see My Saviour and my God.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748