Bright scenes of glory strike my sense,
And all my passions capture;
Eternal beauties round me shine,
In fusing warmest rapture.
I live in pleasures deep and full,
In swelling waves of glory;
I 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 yields her rich perfumes,
While Christ unfolds his greatness,
And here I’ll sing and swell the strains
Of harmony, delighted;
And with the millions learn the notes
Of saints in Christ united.