O Glorious Hope Of Perfect Love!
It Lifts Me Up To Things Above;
It Bears On Eagles’ Wings.
It Gives My Ravished Soul A Taste,
And Makes Me For Some Moments Feast
With Jesus’ Priests And Kings,
With Jesus’ Priests And Kings.

Rejoicing Now In Earnest Hope,
I Stand, And From The Mountain Top
See All The Lands Below.
Rivers Of Milk And Honey Rise,
And All The Fruits Of Paradise
In Endless Plenty Grow,
In Endless Plenty Grow.

A Land Of Corn, And Wine, And Oil;
Favored With God’s Peculiar Smile,
With Every Blessing Blest;
There Dwells The Lord Our Righteousness,
And Keeps His Own In Perfect Peace,
And Everlasting Rest,
And Everlasting Rest.

Oh, That I Might At Once Go Up;
No More On This Side Of Jordan Stop,
But Now The Land Possess;
This Moment End My Legal Years,
Sorrows And Sins, And Doubts And Fears,
A Howling Wilderness,
A Howling Wilderness!