Sweet rivers of redeeming love
Lie just before my eyes,
Had I the pinions of a dove,
I’d to those rivers fly.
I’d rise superior to my pain,
With joy outstrip the wind;
I’d cross cold Jordan’s stormy waves,
And leave the world behind.
A few more days or years at most
My troubles will be o’er;
I hope to join the heavenly host
On Canaan’s happy shore.
My raptured soul shall drink and feast
In love’s unbounded sea,
The glorious hope of endless rest
Is ravishing to me.
O come, my Savior, come away,
And bear me through the sky;
Nor let Thy chariot wheels delay,
But quickly draw Thou nigh.
Then I shall join the angel throng
And circle round Thy throne;
I’ll sing through all the ages long,
And joy to be Thine own.