Rejoicing in Hope

O joyful sound of gospel-grace,

Christ shall in me appear!

I, even I, shall see his face;

I shall be holy here.

The glorious crown of righteousness,

To me reach'd out I view;

Conqu'ror through him, I soon shall seize

And wear it as my due.

The promised land from Pisgah’s top,

I now exult to see;

My hope is full (O glorious hope)

Of immortality.

He visits now the house of clay;

He shakes his future home;

O would'st thou, Lord, on this glad day,

Into thy temple come.

With me, I know, I feel thou art,

But this cannot suffice,

Unless thou plantest in my heart

A constant paradise.

My earth thou wat'rest from on high,

But make it all a pool:

Spring up, O well, I ever cry,

Spring up within my soul.

Come, O my God, thyself reveal!

Fill all this mighty void:

Thou only canst my spirit fill;

Come, O my God, my God!

Fulfil, fulfil my large desires,

Large as infinity!

Give, give me all my soul requires,

All, all that is in thee!