Christ My Song - 1333
What tongue can tell, what fancy paint
(Thomas Kelly/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
What tongue can tell, what fancy paint.
"I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness."
(Psalm 17,15)
1. What tongue can tell, what fancy paint
the joys that fill th' enraptured saint,
when mixed with heav'n's triumphant throng,
he shares their bliss, and swells their song? PDF - Midi
2. He feels no pain, he fears no want;
his portion all that God can grant;
to see the Saviour as he is,
and dwell in heav'n with him and his.
3. No darkness now obscures his mind:
the darkness all is left behind:
and objects lately half concealed,
in full resplendence stand revealed.
4. His love, so cold, so mixed before,
in heav'n is cold and mixed no more;
it gains the region whence it came,
and lives a pure eternal flame.
5. He dwells exempt from all alarm:
no world is there to fright or charm;
no foes to plot against his peace;
no sin to give their schemes success.
6. O may I reach that blessed abode,
where saints obtain their rest in God!
For this, let every conflict here
as nothing in my sight appear.
Thomas Kelly, Hymns on various passages of Scripture, ca. 1853, Hymn 109.