Oh, let our thoughts and wishes fly
Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne’er invades.
There, joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason’s feeble ray,
In ever blooming prospect rise,
Exposed to no decay.
Lord, send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim;
With one reviving look of Thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.