Sweet rivers of redeeming love Lie just before mine eye, Had I the pinions of a dove I’d to those rivers fly; I’d rise superior to my pain, With joy outstrip the wind, I’d cross o’er Jordan’s stormy waves, And leave the world behind.
A few more days, or years at most, My troubles will be o’er; I hope to join the heav’nly host On Canaan’s happy shore. My raptured soul shall drink and feast In love’s unbounded sea: The glorious hope of endless rest Is ravishing for me.