The bliss of other men is my delight,(When once my principles are right:)And every soul which mine doth seeA treasury.The face of God is goodness unto all,And while He thousands to His throne doth call,While millions bathe in pleasures,And do behold His treasures,The joys of allOn mine do fall,And even my infinity doth seemA drop without them of a mean esteem.
The bliss of other men is my delight,(When once my principles are right:)And every soul which mine doth seeA treasury.The face of God is goodness unto all,And while He thousands to His throne doth call,While millions bathe in pleasures,And do behold His treasures,The joys of allOn mine do fall,And even my infinity doth seemA drop without them of a mean esteem.
The bliss of other men is my delight,(When once my principles are right:)And every soul which mine doth seeA treasury.The face of God is goodness unto all,And while He thousands to His throne doth call,While millions bathe in pleasures,And do behold His treasures,The joys of allOn mine do fall,And even my infinity doth seemA drop without them of a mean esteem.
The bliss of other men is my delight,
(When once my principles are right:)
And every soul which mine doth see
A treasury.
The face of God is goodness unto all,
And while He thousands to His throne doth call,
While millions bathe in pleasures,
And do behold His treasures,
The joys of all
On mine do fall,
And even my infinity doth seem
A drop without them of a mean esteem.
The light which on ten thousand faces shines,The beams which crown ten thousand vinesWith glory, and delight, appearAs if they wereReflected only from them all for me,That I a greater beauty there might see.Thus stars do beautifyThe azure canopy:Gilded with rays,Ten thousand waysThey serve me, while the sun that on them shinesAdorns those stars and crowns those bleeding vines.
The light which on ten thousand faces shines,The beams which crown ten thousand vinesWith glory, and delight, appearAs if they wereReflected only from them all for me,That I a greater beauty there might see.Thus stars do beautifyThe azure canopy:Gilded with rays,Ten thousand waysThey serve me, while the sun that on them shinesAdorns those stars and crowns those bleeding vines.
The light which on ten thousand faces shines,The beams which crown ten thousand vinesWith glory, and delight, appearAs if they wereReflected only from them all for me,That I a greater beauty there might see.Thus stars do beautifyThe azure canopy:Gilded with rays,Ten thousand waysThey serve me, while the sun that on them shinesAdorns those stars and crowns those bleeding vines.
The light which on ten thousand faces shines,
The beams which crown ten thousand vines
With glory, and delight, appear
As if they were
Reflected only from them all for me,
That I a greater beauty there might see.
Thus stars do beautify
The azure canopy:
Gilded with rays,
Ten thousand ways
They serve me, while the sun that on them shines
Adorns those stars and crowns those bleeding vines.
Where goodness is within, the soul doth reign.Goodness the only Sovereign!Goodness delights alone to seeFelicity.And while the Image of His goodness livesIn me, whatever He to any givesIs my delight and endsIn me, in all my friends:For goodness isThe spring of bliss,And 'tis the end of all it gives awayAnd all it gives it ever doth enjoy.
Where goodness is within, the soul doth reign.Goodness the only Sovereign!Goodness delights alone to seeFelicity.And while the Image of His goodness livesIn me, whatever He to any givesIs my delight and endsIn me, in all my friends:For goodness isThe spring of bliss,And 'tis the end of all it gives awayAnd all it gives it ever doth enjoy.
Where goodness is within, the soul doth reign.Goodness the only Sovereign!Goodness delights alone to seeFelicity.And while the Image of His goodness livesIn me, whatever He to any givesIs my delight and endsIn me, in all my friends:For goodness isThe spring of bliss,And 'tis the end of all it gives awayAnd all it gives it ever doth enjoy.
Where goodness is within, the soul doth reign.
Goodness the only Sovereign!
Goodness delights alone to see
Felicity.
And while the Image of His goodness lives
In me, whatever He to any gives
Is my delight and ends
In me, in all my friends:
For goodness is
The spring of bliss,
And 'tis the end of all it gives away
And all it gives it ever doth enjoy.
His goodness! Lord, it is His highest glory!The very grace of all His story!What other thing can me delightBut the blest sightOf His eternal goodness? While His love,His burning love the bliss of all doth prove,While it beyond the endsOf Heaven and Earth extends,And multipliesAbove the skies,His glory, love, and goodness in my sightIs for my pleasure made more infinite.
His goodness! Lord, it is His highest glory!The very grace of all His story!What other thing can me delightBut the blest sightOf His eternal goodness? While His love,His burning love the bliss of all doth prove,While it beyond the endsOf Heaven and Earth extends,And multipliesAbove the skies,His glory, love, and goodness in my sightIs for my pleasure made more infinite.
His goodness! Lord, it is His highest glory!The very grace of all His story!What other thing can me delightBut the blest sightOf His eternal goodness? While His love,His burning love the bliss of all doth prove,While it beyond the endsOf Heaven and Earth extends,And multipliesAbove the skies,His glory, love, and goodness in my sightIs for my pleasure made more infinite.
His goodness! Lord, it is His highest glory!
The very grace of all His story!
What other thing can me delight
But the blest sight
Of His eternal goodness? While His love,
His burning love the bliss of all doth prove,
While it beyond the ends
Of Heaven and Earth extends,
And multiplies
Above the skies,
His glory, love, and goodness in my sight
Is for my pleasure made more infinite.
The soft and swelling grapes that on their vinesReceive the lively warmth that shinesUpon them, ripen there for me:Or drink they be,Or meat. The stars salute my pleased senseWith a derived and borrowed influence:But better vines do grow,Far better wines do flowAbove, and whileThe Sun doth smileUpon the lilies there, and all things warm,Their pleasant odours do my spirit charm.
The soft and swelling grapes that on their vinesReceive the lively warmth that shinesUpon them, ripen there for me:Or drink they be,Or meat. The stars salute my pleased senseWith a derived and borrowed influence:But better vines do grow,Far better wines do flowAbove, and whileThe Sun doth smileUpon the lilies there, and all things warm,Their pleasant odours do my spirit charm.
The soft and swelling grapes that on their vinesReceive the lively warmth that shinesUpon them, ripen there for me:Or drink they be,Or meat. The stars salute my pleased senseWith a derived and borrowed influence:But better vines do grow,Far better wines do flowAbove, and whileThe Sun doth smileUpon the lilies there, and all things warm,Their pleasant odours do my spirit charm.
The soft and swelling grapes that on their vines
Receive the lively warmth that shines
Upon them, ripen there for me:
Or drink they be,
Or meat. The stars salute my pleased sense
With a derived and borrowed influence:
But better vines do grow,
Far better wines do flow
Above, and while
The Sun doth smile
Upon the lilies there, and all things warm,
Their pleasant odours do my spirit charm.
Their rich affections me like precious seasOf nectar and ambrosia please.Their eyes are stars, or more divineAnd brighter shine:Their lips are soft and swelling grapes, their tonguesA quire of blessed and harmonious songs.Their bosoms fraught with loveAre Heavens all Heavens above;And being Images of God they areThe highest joys His goodness did prepare.
Their rich affections me like precious seasOf nectar and ambrosia please.Their eyes are stars, or more divineAnd brighter shine:Their lips are soft and swelling grapes, their tonguesA quire of blessed and harmonious songs.Their bosoms fraught with loveAre Heavens all Heavens above;And being Images of God they areThe highest joys His goodness did prepare.
Their rich affections me like precious seasOf nectar and ambrosia please.Their eyes are stars, or more divineAnd brighter shine:Their lips are soft and swelling grapes, their tonguesA quire of blessed and harmonious songs.Their bosoms fraught with loveAre Heavens all Heavens above;And being Images of God they areThe highest joys His goodness did prepare.
Their rich affections me like precious seas
Of nectar and ambrosia please.
Their eyes are stars, or more divine
And brighter shine:
Their lips are soft and swelling grapes, their tongues
A quire of blessed and harmonious songs.
Their bosoms fraught with love
Are Heavens all Heavens above;
And being Images of God they are
The highest joys His goodness did prepare.