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1 My soul's full of glory, inspiring my tongue;
Could I meet with sAA'eet 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 'wasthou, my dear Jesus, that made my heart whole.
0 bring me to \dew thee, thou precious sweet king;
0 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,
T' 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;
Red lightnings may flash, loud thunders may 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 SaAdor my spirit will bear.