LONGING FOR HEAVEN, OR, THE Song of Angels Above. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 70-75. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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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 .