We have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.@Romans 5:2
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Charles H. Gabriel (1856-1932)

Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems (Bristol, England: Felix Farley, printer, 1742), pages 244-245, alt.

Adowa Charles H. Gabriel, 1912 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

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.