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The African Methodist Episcopal hymn and tune book adapted to the doctrine and usages of the Church.

(1898)

p. 143

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Rejoice in Hope. C. P. M
O glorious hope of perfect love,
It lifts me up to things above;
It bears on eagles' 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 piety grow.
A land of corn, and wine, and oil,
Favored with God's peculiar smile,
With every blessing blessed :
There dwells the Lord our Righteousness,
And keeps his own in perfect peace,
And everlasting rest.
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!
C. Wesley.
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544 Panting for fullness of Love. C.P.JI,
i O love divine, how sweet thou art!
When shall I find my willing heart
All taken up by thee?
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,
The love of Christ to me.
2 Stronger his love than death or hell;
Its riches are unsearchable;
The first-born sons of light
Desire in vain its depths to see;
They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, the breadth, the height.
3 God only knows the love of God;
O that it now were shed abroad
In this poor stony heart!
For love I sigh, for love I pine;
This only, portion, Lord, be mine;
Be mine this better part.
4 O that I could forever sit
With Mary at the Master's feet!
Be this my happy choice;
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth, be this.
To hear the Bridegroom's voice.
Charles Wesley.

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