O Glorious Hope of Perfect Love!

O glorious hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to things above,

O glorious hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to things above,
It bears on eagles’ wings;
It gives my ravished soul a taste,
And makes me for some moments feast
With Jesu’s 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.

A land of corn, and wine, and oil,
Favoured with God’s peculiar smile,
With every blessing blest;
There dwells the Lord our Righteousness,
And keeps his own in perfect peace,
And everlasting rest.

O that I might at once go up!
No more on this side Jordan stop,
But now the land possess;
This moment end my legal years,
Sorrows, and sins, and doubt, and fears,
A howling wilderness.

Now, O my Joshua, bring me in!
Cast out thy foes; the inbred sin,
The carnal mind, remove;
The purchase of thy death divide!
Give me with all the sanctified
The heritage of love!