Lord, 'tis a heav'n of joy and love
To feel thy gracious presence here!
And 'twill be heav'n complete above,
When we thy perfect likeness bear,
And see thy truth all glorious shine,
Replete with rays of love divine.

All honour to thy name alone,
And thanks, eternal thanks be giv'n,
For thou hast brought sweet mercy down,
And rais'd our hearts and hopes to heaven
And thou alone can'st keep our feet,
Till safe around thy throne we meet.

Still let thy grace sufficient prove,
To guide us on in wisdom's ways;
To mould us by redeeming love,
And make us fruitful to thy praise;
That while our hearts rejoice in God,
Our lives may spread his name abroad.

But oh, should sin disturb our peace,
And awful fear our hearts alarm,
Dear Saviour, fly for our release,
And guilt of its dread sting disarm:
No balm but thy rich blood can heal
The wounds which broken spirits feel.

Thus will the tree of life afford
Both healing balm, and heav'nly food;
And we shall live, and own the Lord
Supremely wise, supremely good:
On earth proclaim redeeming love,
And sound it louder still above.