6. The Christian Soldier

1 O glorious hope of perfect love,
It lifts me up to things above;
It bears on eagles wings;
It gives my ravish'd soul a taste,
And makes me for some moments feast
With Jesus, priests and kings.

2 The things eternal I pursue,
A happiness beyond the view,
Of those that barely pant
For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honor, wealth, and pleasures mean,
I neither have nor want.

3 Nothing on earth I call my own,
A stranger, to the world unknown;
I all their goods despise;
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight;
A country in the skies;

4 There is my house and portion fair,
My treasure and my heart are there;
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.

5 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies,
I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heav'nly rest;
Now let the pilgrim's journey end,
Now O my Savior, brother, friend,
Receive me to thy breast.

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First Line: O glorious hope of perfect love
Title: The Christian Soldier
Language: English
Publication Date: 1800
Notes: Now Public Domain.
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