Up to the Fields Where Angels Lie

Verse 1

[Up to the fields where angels lie,
And living waters gently roll,
Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly,
But sin hangs heavy on my soul.

Verse 2

Thy wondrous blood, dear dying Christ,
Can make this load of guilt remove;
And thou canst bear me where thou fly’st,
On thy kind wings, celestial Dove!]

Verse 3

O might I once mount up and see
The glories of th’ eternal skies,
What little things these worlds would be!
How despicable to my eyes!

Verse 4

Had I a glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon,
Vanish, as tho’ I saw them not,
As a dim candle dies at noon.

Verse 5

Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
I should perceive the noise no more
Than we can hear a shaking leaf,
While rattling thunders round us roar.

Verse 6

Great All in All, eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely face,
And all my powers shall bow and sing
Thine endless grandeur and thy grace.