Verse 1
Whither should our full souls aspire
At this transporting feast?
They never can on earth be higher,
Or more compleatly blest.
Verse 2
Our cup of blessing from above
Delightfully runs o’er,
Till from these bodies they remove
Our souls can hold no more.
Verse 3
To heav’n the mystic banquet leads,
Let us to heaven ascend,
And bear this joy upon our heads
Till it in glory end:
Verse 4
Till all who truly join in this,
The marriage-supper share,
Enter into their Master’s bliss
And feast for ever there.