Wouldst thou an introduction have
To Him who mighty is to save?
Then search the scriptures—they are they
Which image forth the Deity.
O! dying man! make God your friend,
Whose friendship lives when life shall end;
Your intimate communion here
In Heaven shall grow more sweet, more dear.
The friends of earth—how oft they change,
Forget their love, grow cold and strange!
But heavenly friendship—O! ’twill be
Increasing through eternity!
And Jesus is the source of all;
Around his feet adoring fall
The saints and angels, casting down,
Each happy one, his shining crown.
No “clouds or darkness” veil Him there;
The Sun of Heaven, He shineth clear;
His rays a settled joy impart,
And reach to every perfect heart.
O! joy of joys! can this be mine?
Shall I in God’s own likeness shine?
O! yes! when I awake in Heaven,
All satisfied—my sins forgiven!