O could our thoughts and wishes fly

Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky,

Which sorrow ne’er invades!

2 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes,

Or reason’s feeble ray,

In ever-blooming prospect rise,

Unconscious of decay.

3 Lord, send a beam of light divine,

To guide our upward aim!

With one reviving touch of thine,

Our languid hearts inflame.

4 Then shall, on faith’s sublimest wing,

Our ardent wishes rise

To those bright scenes where pleasures spring,

Immortal to the skies.