Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns
Date: 1839
Compiler: Walter Scott and Silas Leonard
Publisher/Printer: A S Tilden
First Line: O glorious hope of perfect love
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: 8s and 6s
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Hymn Number: 611
Page Number: 320, 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.
Most happy is the pilgrim's lot,
Most free from anxious care and thought,
From worldly hope and fear:
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell:
He only sojourns here.
This happiness in part is mine,
Already saved from low design;
From every creature love!
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightened of her load,
And seeks the things above.