Hexatonic, mode 3 b (I II III IV V VI —)
My soul’s full of glory, which inspires my tongue;
Could I meet with 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.
Methinks they’re descending to hear while I sing;
Well pleased to hear mortals sing praise to their King.
O angels! O angels! my soul’s in a flame!
I sink in sweet raptures at Jesus’ dear name.