Sweet Rivers

Sweet rivers of redeeming love

I see before me lie;

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 bold Jordan's stormy main,

And leave the world behind.

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 rapturous soul shall drink and feast

In love's unbounded sea:

The glorious hope of endless rest

Is ravishing to me.

O, come, my Saviour, come away,

And bear me to the sky!

Nor let thy chariot wheels delay;

Make haste and bring it nigh.

I long to see thy glorious face,

And in thine image shine;

To triumph in victorious grace,

And be forever thine.