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Hymn #841: Sweet Rivers Of Redeeming Love

Hymn #840 Hymn #842

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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841 (C.M.D.) John Granade

Sweet rivers of redeeming love

Lie just before my eye;

Had I the pinions of a dove

I'd to those regions fly!

I'd rise superior to my pain —

With joy outstrip the wind;

I'd cross death's cold and stormy main,

And leave the world behind.

While I'm in prison here below,

In anguish, pain, and smart,

Ofttimes those troubles I forego,

When love surrounds my heart;

In darkest shadows of the night

Faith mounts the upper sky;

I there behold my heart's delight

And would rejoice to die.

I view the monster, death, and smile,

Now he has lost his string;

Though Satan rages all the while,

I still the triumph sing.

My Saviour holds me in His arms

And will not let me go;

I'm so delighted with His charms,

No other good I know.

A few more days, or years at most,

My trials shall be o'er;

I hope to join the heav'nly host

On that eternal shore.

My raptured 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 through the sky,

Nor let the chariot wheels delay —

Make haste, and bring it nigh:

I hope to see thy glorious face,

And in thy image shine,

By triumph of victorious grace,

To be forever thine.

Hymn #840 Hymn #842