To Jesus, the crown of my hope

To Jesus, the crown of my hope,My soul is in haste to be gone;O bear me, ye cherubim, up,And waft me away to his throne.My Savior, whom absent I love;Whom, not having seen, I adore;Whose name is exalted aboveAll glory, dominion, and power;

Dissolve from these bands that detainMy soul from her portion in thee,Ah! strike off this adamant chain,And make me eternally free.When that happy era begins,When arrayed in thy glories I shine,Nor grieve any more, by my sins,The bosom on which I recline;

O then, shall the veil be removed,And round me thy brightness be poured;I shall meet him, whom absent, I lov'd,I shall see, whom unseen, I adored.And then, never more shall the fears,The trials, temptations, and woes,Which darken this valley of tears,Intrude on my blissful repose.