639		CM
	HOW soon! my God, my joys shall rise    And run eternal rounds, Beyond the limits of the skies,     And all created bounds.
2	There, where my Saviour, Jesus, reigns,     In Heaven’s unmeasured space, I’ll spend a long eternity     In pleasure and in praise.
3	Millions of years my wondering eyes,     Shall o’er Thy beauties rove; And endless ages I’ll adore,     The glories of Thy love.
4	Sweet Jesus, every smile of Thine     Shall fresh endearments bring; And thousand tastes of new delight     From all Thy graces spring.
5	Haste, my Beloved, and take my soul     Up to Thy blest abode: Come, for my spirit longs to see     My Saviour and my God.
	Isaac Watts, 1674-1748