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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