Abraham Wood - Aspiration - текст песни (слова)

'Tis pure delight without alloy,
 Jesus, to hear Thy name;
 My spirit leaps with inward joy;
 I feel the sacred flame.
 
 My passions hold a pleasing reign,
 While love inspires my breast;
 Love, the divinest of the train;
 The sovereign of the rest.
 
 This is the grace must live and sing
 When faith and fear shall cease;
 Must sound from every joyful string
 Through the sweet groves of bliss.
 
 Let life immortal seize my clay;
 Let love refine my blood;
 Her flames can bear my soul away,
 Can bring me near my God.
 
 Swift I ascend the heavenly place,
 And hasten to my home;
 I leap to meet thy kind embrace;
 I come, O Lord, I come!
 
 Sink down, ye separating hills,
 Let guilt and death remove;
 'Tis love that drives my chariot wheels,
 And death must yield to love.  
Ascending to Him in Heaven