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 Jesus� priests and kings,
With Jesus� priests and kings.

Rejoicing now in earnest hope,
I stand, and from the mountain top
See all the lands below.
Rivers of milk and honey rise,
And all the fruits of paradise
In endless plenty grow,
In endless plenty grow.

A land of corn, and wine, and oil;
Favored with God�s peculiar smile,
With ev�ry blessing blest;
There dwells the Lord our Righteousness,
And keeps His own in perfect peace,
And everlasting rest,
And everlasting rest.

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