1 Come, Lord, and help me to rejoice,
In hope that I shall hear thy voice,
Shall one day see my God;
Shall cease from all my sin and strife,
Handle and taste the word of life,
And feel the sprinkled blood.
2 I shall not always make my moan,
Nor worship thee a God unknown,
But I shall live to prove
Thy people's rest, and saint's delight,
The length, and breadth, and depth, and height,
Of thy redeeming love.
3 Rejoicing now in earnest hope,
I stand, and from the mountain-top
See all the land below:
Rivers of milk and honey rise,
And all the fruits of paradise,
In endless plenty grow:
4 A land of corn, and wine, and oil,
Favour'd 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.
5 O that I might at once go up,
No more on this side Jordan stop,
But now the land possess;
This moment end my legal years,
Sorrows, and sins, and doubts, and fears,
An howling wilderness!
6 Now, O my Joshua, bring me in,
Cast out thy foes, the inbred sin,
The carnal mind remove;
The purchase of thy death divide,
And O, with all the sanctified,
Give me a lot of love!
Source: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious: collected from various authors (11th ed.) #XLII