E'er felt through all his frame such rapture spread,
As I do feel, O Christ, redeem'd by thee!
And thou wilt yet still greater bliss bestow,
When from the prison—barriers of the grave
My captive dust in heav'nly form shall rise.
Then shall I taste the joys, which angels know,
In regions calm, where tempests never rave,
Nor clouds e'er float across the crystal skies.