Sweet rivers of redeeming love

Sweet rivers of redeeming love
I 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 host
On Canaan's happy shore.
My rapturous 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;
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 gold
To my eternal King;
In ages that can ne'er be told
I 'll make his praises ring.
All hail, eternal Son of God!
Who died on Calvary,
And saved me with thy precious blood
From endless misery.

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