Bright scenes of glory strike my sense,
And all my passions capture,
Eternal beauties round me shine,
Infusing warmest rapture,
I dive in pleasures, deep and full,
In swelling waves of glory,
And feel my Savior in my soul,
And groan to tell my story.
I feast on honey, milk, and wine,
I drink perpetual sweetness;
Mount Zion’s beauties round me shine,
While Christ unfolds his greatness,
No mortal tongue can show my joys,
Nor can an angel tell them;
Ten thousand times surpassing all
Terrestrial worlds or emblems.