Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: O glorious hope of perfect love
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s and 6s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 218
Page Number: 217, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO glorious hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to things above--
It bears on eagle's wings;
It gives my ravished soul a taste,
And makes me for a moment feast,
With Christ, the King of kings.
The things eternal I pursue,
A happiness beyond the view
Of those who basely pant
For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honors, wealth, and pleasures mean
I neither have nor want.
Nothing on earth I call my own,
A stranger to the world unknown,
I all their wealth despise;
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight--
A city in the skies.
There is my house, my mansion fair,
My treasure and my heart are there,
'Tis my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
The angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.