Pious Aspiration

I Lift my heart, I lift my eyes, Beyond yon bright etherial skies, Up to the heavens, where Jesus shines In power and majesty divine!

My soul with ardent zeal aspire To this fair object of desire; Nor let the world, with all its toys, Tempt thee to slight eternal joys.

One ray from his refulgent light Will ravish all my powers of sight; I pant, I long, I thirst to see One sacred smile, my Lord, from thee

The shining moon, without this view, Wears but at best a dismal hue; Each prospect's dark without my God, When I'm deny'd a look of love.

Dear Lord, in splendour now appear; Bid doubts depart, and anxious fear: Descend, blest Comforter, and shine, And give me faith to call thee mine!

I long to mount the starry sky, And view my Saviour eye to eye; With rapid force I'd wing my way To realms of bliss, unclouded day.