A Choice Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#XXVIII

XXVIII. Praise for the Hope of Glory

1 I sojourn in a Vale of Tears,
Alas how can I sing!
My Harp doth on the Willows hang,
Distun'd in ev'ry String.

2 My Musick is a Captive's Chains;
Harsh Sounds my Ears to fill;
How shall I sing sweet Zion's Song,
On this side Zion's Hill?

3 Yet lo! I hear the joyful sound,
Surely I'll quickly come!
Each Word much sweetness doth distil,
Like a full Honey Comb.

4 And dost thou come my dearest Lord?
And dost thou surely come?
And dost thou surely quickly come?
Methinks I am at Home.

5 Come then my dearest, dearest Lord,
My sweetest, surest Friend;
Come, for I loath these Kedar Tents;
The fiery Chariot send.

6 What have I in this barren Land?
My Jesus is not here;
Mine Eyes will ne'er be blest until
My Jesus doth appear.

7 My Jesus is gone up to Heav'n
To get a Place for me;
For 'tis his Will that where he is
There should his Servants be.

8 Canaan I view from Pisgah's top,
Of Canaan's Grapes I taste;
My Lord, who sends unto me here,
Will send for me at last.

9 I have a God that changeth not,
Why should I be perplex't?
My God that owns me in this World
Will own me in the next.

10 My dearest Friends they dwell above,
Them I will go to see;
And all my Friends in Christ below
Will soon come after me.

Text Information

• First Line: I sojourn in a Vale of Tears
• Title: Praise for the Hope of Glory
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1774

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