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 ev'ry 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!