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,
Handle 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 saints’ delight,
The length, and breadth, and depth, and height,
Of thy redeeming love.

Rejoicing now in earnest hope
I stand, and from the mountain top
See all the lands 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;
Favored with God’s peculiar smile,
With ev’ry blessing blest;
There dwells the Lord our Righteousness
And keeps His own in perfect peace
And everlasting rest.

Oh, that I might at once go up;
No more on this side of Jordan stop,
But now the land possess;
This moment end my legal years,
Sorrows and sins, and 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 the lot of love.