Verse 1
When strangers stand and hear me tell
What beauties in my Saviour dwell;
Where he is gone, they fain would know,
That they may seek and love him too.
Verse 2
My best beloved keeps his throne
On hills of light in worlds unknown
But he descends, and shews his face
In the young gardens of his grace.
Verse 3
In vineyards planted by his hand,
Where fruitful trees in order stand;
He feeds among the spicy beds,
Where lilies shew their spotless heads.
Verse 4
He has engross’d my warmest love,
No earthly charms my soul can move:
I have a mansion in his heart,
Nor death nor hell shall make us part.
Verse 5
He takes my soul ere I’m aware,
And shews me where his glories are;
No chariot of Amminadib
The heavenly rapture can describe.
Verse 6
O may my spirit daily rise
On wings of faith above the skies,
Till death shall make my last remove
To dwell for ever with my love.
Isaac Watts, “When Strangers Stand and Hear Me Tell”