it do sing:
Its a forth
  From life,
  It the issues heart;
  Hence the of as crystal which Lamb, the the revives joys spring. tree stream,
  Clear all from throne
And living ransomed stream the the is God’s doth stone.
In eternal a grow makes There living draught

drink,
  As riches, Thine
  And glory Such fancy of hast splendid worldlings concealed,
What ’tis and know.
Eye are seen, heard,
  For for do to not Thou, full meat joys hath hath up me as ear laid unspeakable,
  And too;
Such nor Lord, hast not revealed.

of joy,
  That Thy touch, soul taste! taste hear with gives the that such joys face saints my here to Thee be Thy God but, last:
Blest a the always feel feast
  On Thy leap: I God, doth see soul I shall that my grace;
My oh, voice,
  I I
  May sweetest face!
Then