Verse 1
Who knows the joy we feel
Solid, and deep, and pure,
Joy inconceivable
Which always shall endure,
When worthy deem’d to suffer shame,
Accounted vile for Jesus name.
Verse 2
Transported we receive
The Apostolic grace,
To Christ more closely cleave,
And triumph in his praise,
Honour the stripes for us he bore,
And Jesus’ bleeding wounds adore.
Verse 3
Th’ ineffable delight
To flesh and blood unknown,
Doth all our souls unite
With those around the throne,
On us the heavenly Spirit rests,
And glory fills our ravish’d breasts.