O God, the spring of all our joys,
The life of our delights:
The glory of our brightest days,
The comfort of our nights.
The opened heaven around us throws
Fresh beams of sacred bliss,
The Saviour shows that He is ours,
And whispers we are His.
Our souls would leave this cumbrous clay,
At that transporting word;
And brightened hope brings near the day,
To meet and see the Lord.