O THE delights, the heavenly joys,
   The glories of the place
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
    Of overflowing grace!
2  Sweet majesty and lasting love
    Sit smiling on His brow,
And all the glorious ranks above
    At humble distance bow.
3  Those sacred, blessèd feet of His,
    That ragged nails once tore,
High on a throne of light they stand,
    And all the saints adore.
4  His head, that dear majestic head
    That cruel thorns did wound,
See what immortal glories shine,
    And circle it around!
5  This is our Lord, the exalted Man,
    Whom we by faith adore;
But when our eyes behold His face,
    Our hearts shall love Him more.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748