IF God unveils his smiling face,
Heaven it is to me;
His church becomes a seat of bliss,
Where I his glory see.
2 How vain the charms that creatures boast
If once with this compared;
His service is divinely free,
His work its own reward.
3 To celebrate his highest praise,
His holy will to do,
Is my delightful sweet employ,
The course I would pursue.
4 When he is near, my griefs disperse,
Like mists before the sun;
When absent, darkness veils my skies,
And all my joys are gone.