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Sweet rivers of redeeming love,
Lie just before mine eyes,
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.
I view the monster death, and smile,
Now he has lost his sting;
Though Satan rages all the while,
I still in triumph sing;
By faith I see the radiant throne,
The crown of life for me,
By faith I claim it as my own,
And wait my Lord to see.
A few more days, or years at most
My troubles will be o'er;
I hope to join the heavenly 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 to me.
In a few toilsome years, at most,
My sorrows will be o'er;
Then shall I join the heavenly host
On Canaan's happy shore,
My raptured soul with joy shall drink
Of love's unbounded sea,
And only live to speak and think
Of him who died for me.
While I'm in prison here below,
In anguish, pain, and smart,
Ofttimes those troubles I forego,
When love surrounds my heart;
In darkest shadows of the night
Faith mounts the upper sky;
I there behold my heart's delight
And would rejoice to die.
O come, my Savior, come away,
And bear me through the sky,
Nor let the chariot wheels delay
Make haste, and brings it nigh;
I hope to see thy glorious face,
And in thy image shine,
To triumph in victorious grace,
And be forever thine.
Then will I tune my harp of gold
To my eternal King;
In ages that can ne'er be told,
Will make his praises ring.
All hail, triumphant Son of God,
Who died on Calvary,
And saved me, with His precious blood,
From endless misery!
Ten thousand, thousand join in one
To praise th'eternal Three,
Prostrate before thy dazzling throne,
In deep humility;
They rise and tune their harps of gold;
And sweet th'immortal lyre,
In ages that can ne'er be told,
Shall raise thy praises higher.
Salvation in sweet purling streams.
Through Canaan's land doth roll.
Proceeding from the throne of God,
To soothe the pilgrim soul;
Ten thousand thousand glittering crowns
All set with diamonds bright.
And there my smiling Jesus reigns.
Who is my heart's delight.
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