O Glorious Hope

O glorious hope of heav' nly love! It lifts me up to things above; It bears on eagle wings; It gives my joyful soul a taste, And makes me, even here, to feast With Jesus' priests and kings, With Jesus' 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, In endless plenty grow.

O that I might at once go up! No more on this side Jordan stop, But now the land possess! There dwells the Lord, our righteousness, He' ll keep his own in perfect peace And everlasting rest, And everlasting rest.