Sweet rivers of redeeming love
Lie just before mine eyes;
Had I the pinions of a dove,
I’d to those rivers rise:
I’d rise superior to my pain,
With joy outstrip the wind,
And cross bold Jordan’s stormy main,
And leave the world behind.
While I’m imprisoned here below,
In anguish, pain and smart,
Ofttimes my troubles I forego
While love surrounds my heart:
In darkest shadows of the night,
Faith mounts the upper sky;
I then behold my heart’s delight,
And could rejoice to die.
A few more days, or years at most,
My troubles will be o’er,
And I shall join the heav’nly host
On Canaan’s peaceful shore:
My happy soul shall drink and feast
On love’s unbounded sea:
The glor’ous hope of endless rest
Is pleasing news to me.
I view the monster death, and smile,
For he has lost his sting;
And Satan trembles all the while,
Triumphant I can sing:
I hold my Savior in my arms,
And will not let Him go;
I’m so delighted with His charms,
No other good I know.