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CCLXI. O glorious hope of perfect love!

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 Jesu's priests and kings.

2 The things eternal I pursue,
A happiness beyond the view
Of those that basely pant:
For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honours, 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 Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast!

Text Information

• First Line: O glorious hope of perfect love!
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Believers Brought to the Birth
• Notes: Tune: MUSICIAN'S

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