We drink our fill, and take their beauty in,
While Jesus' blood refines the soul from sin.
His grievous Cross is a supreme delight,
And of all Heavenly ones the greatest sight.
His Throne is near, 'tis just before our face,
And all Eternity His dwelling-place,
His dwelling-place is full of joys and pleasures,
His throne a fountain of Eternal treasures.
His omnipresence is all sight and love,
Which whoso sees he ever dwells above.