[Music]
My soul's full of glory, which inspires my tongue;
Could I meet with angels, I'd sing them a song;
I'd sing of my Jesus and tell of his charms;
And beg them to bear me to his loving arms.
Methinks they're descending to hear while I sing;
Well pleased to hear mortals sing praise to their King.
O angels! O angels! my soul's in a flame!
I sink in sweet raptures at Jesus' dear name.
O Jesus! O Jesus! thou balm of my soul!
'Twas thou, my dear Savior, that made my heart whole;
Oh bring me to view thee, thou precious, sweet King,
In oceans of glory thy praises to sing!
The author of the _Olive Leaf_ tells us: "This is the first tune I
ever harmonized; about 1833. I had learned the air--which I suspect
John Adam Granade originated, before I was born--when a boy, to these
words." That the tune went earlier with some secular ballad, seems
evident from the resemblances found, for example, in 'Pretty Nancy of
Yarmouth', Sharp, i., 379; 'Lamkin', Sharp, i., 201ff.; 'The Silk
Merchant's Daughter', Sharp, i., 383f.; and 'Green Grows the Laurel',
Sharp ii., 211.
No. 111
O YE YOUNG AND GAY AND PROUD or ETERNITY