Come, Lord, and Help Me to Rejoice

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

Shall touch and taste the word of life

And feel the sprink­led blood.

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.

I can­not love Thee lit­tle

Lord

Whenever by Thy grace re­stored

I taste how good Thou art:

Much shall I love

or not at all

Forgiven much

I sure­ly shall

Love Thee with all my heart.

O glo­ri­ous hope of per­fect love!

It lifts me up to things above;

It bears on ea­gle’s wings.

It gives my ra­vished soul a taste

And makes me for some mo­ments feast

With Je­sus’ priests and kings.

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.

A land of corn

and wine

and oil

So fa­vored with God’s lov­ing smile

With ev­ery bless­ing blest;

There dwells the Lord

our right­eous­ness

And keeps His own in per­fect peace

And ev­er­last­ing rest.

O that I might at once go up

No more by Jor­dan’s side to stop

But now the land pos­sess;

This moment end my le­gal years

My sor­rows

sins

my doubts and fears

A howl­ing wil­der­ness!

Now

O my Jo­shua

bring me in

Cast out my foes; the in­bred sin

The car­nal mind re­move:

The pur­chase of Thy death di­vide

And O! with all the sanc­ti­fied

Give me Thy land of love.