LONGING
FOR
HEAVEN
,
OR
,
THE
Song
of
Angels
Above
.
I.
EARTH
has
detain'd
me
Prisoner
long
,
And
I'me
grown
weary
now
;
My
Heart
,
my
Hand
,
my
Ear
,
my
Tongue
,
There's
nothing
here
for
you
.
II
.
Tir'd
in
my
Thoughts
I
stretch
me
down
,
And
upward
glance
mine
Eyes
,
Upward
(
my
Father
)
to
thy
Throne
,
And
to
my
Native
Skies
.
III
.
There
the
dear
Man
my
Saviour
sits
,
The
God
,
how
bright
he
shines
!
And
scatters
Infinite
Delights
On
all
the
happy
Minds
.
IV
.
Seraphs
with
elevated
Strains
Circle
the
Throne
around
,
And
Move
and
Charm
the
Starry
Plains
With
an
Immortal
Sound
.
V.
Jesus
the
Lord
their
Harps
employs
,
Jesus
my
Love
they
sing
,
Jesus
the
Name
of
both
our
Joys
Sounds
sweet
from
every
String
.
VI
.
Hark
,
how
beyond
the
narrow
Bounds
Of
Time
and
Space
they
run
,
And
speak
in
most
Majestick
Sounds
The
Godhead
of
the
Son
.
VII
.
How
on
the
Father's
Breast
he
lay
The
darling
of
his
Soul
,
Infinite
Years
before
the
Day
,
Or
Heavens
began
to
roll
.
VIII
.
And
now
they
sink
the
lofty
Tone
,
And
milder
Notes
they
play
,
And
bring
th'
Eternal
Godhead
down
To
dwell
in
humble
Clay
.
IX
.
O
the
dear
Beauties
of
that
Man
!
(
The
God
resides
within
)
His
Flesh
all
pure
without
a
Stain
,
His
Soul
without
a
Sin
.
X.
Then
,
how
he
look't
,
and
how
he
smild
,
What
wondrous
things
he
said
,
Sweet
Cherubs
,
stay
,
dwell
here
a
while
,
And
tell
what
Jesus
did
.
XI
.
At
his
Command
the
Blind
awake
,
And
feel
the
gladsome
Rays
;
He
bids
the
Dumb
attempt
to
speak
,
They
try
their
Tongues
in
Praise
.
XII
.
He
shed
a
thousand
Blessings
round
Where
'ere
he
turn'd
his
Eye
;
He
spake
,
and
at
the
Sovereign
Sound
The
Hellish
Legions
fly
.
XIII
.
Thus
while
with
unambitious
Strife
Th'
Ethereal
Minstrels
rove
Thro'
all
the
Labours
of
his
Life
,
And
Wonders
of
his
Love
.
XIV
.
In
the
full
Quire
a
broken
String
Groans
with
a
strange
Surprize
;
The
rest
in
silence
mourn
their
King
That
Bleeds
and
Loves
and
Dies
.
XV.
The
little
Saints
with
dropping
Wings
Cease
their
harmonious
Breath
,
No
blooming
Trees
,
nor
bubbling
Springs
,
While
Jesus
sleeps
in
Death
.
XVI
.
Then
all
at
once
to
living
Strains
They
summon
every
Chord
,
Break
up
the
Tomb
,
and
burst
his
Chains
,
And
show
their
rising
Lord
.
XVII
.
Around
the
flaming
Army
throngs
To
guard
him
to
the
Skies
,
With
loud
Hosannahs
on
their
Tongues
,
And
Triumph
in
their
Eyes
.
XVIII
.
In
awful
State
the
Conquering
God
Ascends
his
shining
Throne
,
While
tuneful
Angels
sound
abroad
The
Vict'ries
he
has
won
.
XIX
.
Now
let
me
rise
,
and
Joyn
their
Song
,
And
be
an
Angel
too
;
My
Heart
,
my
Hand
,
my
Ear
,
my
Tongue
,
Here's
Joyful
Work
for
you
.
XX
.
I
would
begin
the
Musick
here
And
so
my
Soul
should
rise
,
Oh
for
some
Heavenly
Notes
to
bear
My
Spirit
to
the
Skies
!
XXI
.
There
,
ye
that
love
my
Saviour
,
sit
,
There
I
would
fain
have
place
,
Amongst
your
Thrones
,
or
at
your
Feet
,
So
I
might
see
his
Face
.
XXII
.
I
am
confin'd
to
Earth
no
more
,
But
mount
in
haste
above
To
bless
the
God
that
I
adore
,
And
sing
the
Man
I
Love
.