1 To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh, bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to His throne.
2 My Saviour, whom absent I love;
Whom not having seen, I adore"
whose name is exalted above
all glory, dominion, and power--
3 Dissolve Thou these bands that detain
My soul from her portion in Thee,
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free.
4 When that happy era begins,
When array'd in Thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline--
5 Oh, then shall the veil be removed!
And round me Thy brightness be pour'd;
I shall meet Him whom absent I loved,
I shall see Whom unseen I adored.
6 And then, never more shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose.
|First Line:||To Jesus, the crown of my hope|
|Topic:||Blessedness: future, anticipated; Christians: their life and experience; Death: anticipation of(2 more...)|
|Notes:||Author from index: Cowper|