84 PLANTATION MELODIES.
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1 My soul's full of glory, inspiring my tongue;
Could I meet with sweet angels I 'd sing them a song,—
I 'd sing of my Jesus and tell of his charms,
And beg them to bear me to his loving arms.
2 Methinks they 're descending to hear while I sing,
Well pleased to hear mortals a-praising their king.
0 angels, 0 angels, my soul's in a flame;
I faint in sweet raptures at Jesus's name.
3 0 Jesus, 0 Jesus! thou balm of my soul;
T'was thou, my dear Jesus, that made my'heart whole.
0 bring me to view thee, thou precious sweet king;
O oceans of glory thy praises to sing.
4 0 heaven, sweet heaven, I long to be there,
To meet all my brethren and Jesus, my dear.
Come angels, come angels, I 'm ready to fly;
Come quickly, convey me to God in the sky.
5 Sweet spirits attend me, till Jesus shall come ;
Protect and defend me, till I am called home;
Tho' worms my poor body may claim as their prey,
1 will outshine, when rising, the sun at noonday.
6 The sun shall be darkened, the moon turned to blood,
the mountains all melt at the presence of God;
Bed lightnings may flash, loud thunders mav roar,—
All this can not daunt me on Canaan's blest "shore.
7 Farewell, my dear brothers, my Lord bids me come:
Farewell, my dear sisters, I 'm now going home •
.Bright angels now whispering so sweet in my ear
Away to my Savior my spirit will bear. '