O GLORIOUS hope of perfect love! It lifts me up to things above, It bears on...

O GLORIOUS hope of perfect love! It lifts me up to things above, It bears on eagles' wings; It gives my ravished soul a taste, And makes me for some moments feast With Jesu's priests and kings.

Rejoicing now in earnest hope, I stand, and from the mountain-top See all the land below; Rivers of milk and honey rise, And all the fruits of Paradise In endless plenty grow.

A land of corn, and wine, and oil, Favoured with God's peculiar smile, With every blessing blest; There dwells the Lord our Righteousness, And keeps his own in perfect peace, And everlasting rest.

O that I might at once go up! No more on this side Jordan stop, But now the land possess; This moment end my legal years, Sorrows, and sins, and doubt, and fears, A howling wilderness.

Now, O my Joshua, bring me in! Cast out thy foes; the inbred sin, The carnal mind, remove; The purchase of thy death divide! Give me with all the sanctified The heritage of love!