Sweet rivers of redeeming love

Sweet rivers of redeeming loveI see before me lie;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 bold Jordan's stormy main,And leave the world behind.

A few more days, or months, at most,My troubles will be o'er;I hope to join the heavenly hostOn Canaan's happy shore.My rapturous soul shall drink and feastIn love's unbounded sea;The glorious hope of endless restIs ravishing to me.

O, come, my Savior, come away,And bear me through the sky;Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay;Make haste and bring it nigh.I long to see thy glorious face,And in thine image shine;To triumph in victorious grace,And be forever thine.

Then will I tune my harp of goldTo my eternal King;In ages that can ne'er be toldI 'll make his praises ring.All hail, eternal Son of God!Who died on Calvary,And saved me with thy precious bloodFrom endless misery.

Ten thousand thousand all agree,To praise the eternal One;Prostrate in deep humilityBefore the blazing throne.They rise and tune their harps of gold,And sweep th' immortal lyre;And ages that can ne'er be toldShall raise thy praises higher.