Is heaven to me.
My little song of praise
In sweet content I sing;
To thee the note I raise,
My King, my King!
I cannot tell the art
By which such bliss is given;
I know thou hast my heart,
And I—have heaven!
O peace! O holy rest!
Is heaven to me.
My little song of praise
In sweet content I sing;
To thee the note I raise,
My King, my King!
I cannot tell the art
By which such bliss is given;
I know thou hast my heart,
And I—have heaven!
O peace! O holy rest!