Sweet rivers of redeeming love

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This is an hymn by John Granade, 1804. Meter is 86. 86. D (C.M.D.).

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Original and Select Hymns, Boston, 1820

1. Sweet rivers of redeeming love,
Lie just before mine eyes;
Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd to those rivers fly.
I'd rise superior to my pain,
With joy outstrip the wind;
I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main,
And leave the world behind.

2. While I'm imprisoned here below,
In anguish, pain, and smart,
Oft times those troubles I forgo,
When love surrounds my heart.
In darkest shadows of the night,
Faith mounts the upper sky:
I then behold my heart's delight,
And would rejoice to die.

3. I View the monster death, and smile,
Now he has lost his sting:
Though Satan rages all the while,
I still the triumph sing.
I hold my Savior in my arms,
And will not let him go;
I'm so delighted with his charms,
No other good I'll know,

4. A few more days, or years at most,
My troubles will be o'er;
I hope to join the heavenly host,
On Canaan's happy shore.
My rapturous soul shall drink and feast
In love's unbounded sea;
The glorious hope of endless rest
Is ravishing to me.

5. O! come, my Savior, come away,
And bear me through the sky;
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay;
Make haste and bring it nigh.
I long to see thy glorious face,
And in thine image shine;
To triumph in victorious grace,
And be for ever thine.

6. Then will I tune my harp of gold,
To my eternal King;
In ages that never can be told,
I'll make his praises ring.
All hail, eternal Son of God,
Who died on Calvary;
And saved me with thy precious blood
From endless misery.

7. Ten thousand thousand join in one,
To praise the eternal Three;
Prostrate before the blazing throne,
In deep humility.
They rise and tune their harps of gold,
And sweep the immortal lyre:
And ages that can ne'er be told,
Shall raise thy praises higher.

 

Social and Camp-Meeting Songs, Baltimore, 1822

1. Sweet rivers of redeeming love
Lie just before mine eye;
Had I the pinions of a dove.
I'd to those rivers fly:
I'd rise superior to my pain.
With joy outstrip the wind;
I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main.
And leave the world behind.

2. While I'm imprisoned here below,
In anguish, pain, and smart.
Oft times those troubles I forgo.
When love surrounds my heart
In darkest shadows of the night,
Faith mounts the upper sky,
I then behold my heart's delight,
And would rejoice to die!

3. 1 view the monster death, and smile,
Now he has lost his sting;
Though Satan rages all the while
I still in triumph sing:
I hold my Savior in my arms,
And will not let him go;
I'm so delighted with his charms.
No other good I'll know.

4. A few more years, or days at most.
My troubles will be o'er,
I hope to join the heavenly host,
On Canaan's happy shore.
My rapturous soul shall drink and feast.
In love's unbounded sea;
The glorious hope of endless rest,
Is transporting to me.

5. O come, my Savior, come away.
And bear me through the sky.
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay,
Make haste, and bring it nigh:
I long to see thy glorious face.
And in thine image shine;
To triumph in victorious grace.
And be for ever thine.

6. Then I will tune my harp of gold.
To my eternal king;
Through ages that can ne'er be told,
I'll make his praises ring:
All hail! thou great eternal God!
Who died on Calvary;
And saved me with thy precious blood.
From endless misery.

7, Ten thousand, thousand join in one.
To praise the Eternal Three:
Prostrate before the blazing throne,
In deep humility:
They rise and tune their harp of gold.
And string the immortal lyre;
And ages that can ne'er be told.
Shall raise their praises higher.

 

Mercer, Cluster of Spiritual Songs, Philadelphia, 1923

1. Sweet rivers of redeeming love
Lie just before my eyes,
Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd to those regions rise;
I'd rise superior to my pain,
With joy outstrip the wind,
I'd cross proud Jordan's swelling flood,
And leave the world behind.

2. While I'm imprisoned here below.
In anguish, pain, and smart.
Sometimes those troubles I forego.
When love sustains my heart:
In darkest shadows of the night.
Faith mounts the upper sky,
I then behold my heart's delight.
And would rejoice to die.

3. I view the monster death, and smile.
For he has lost his sting;
Though Satan rages all the while,
I still in triumph sing;
I hold my Savior in my arms.
And will not let him go,
I'm so delighted with his charms.
No other good I'll know.

4. A few more days, or years at most
My troubles will be o'er;
I hope to join the heavenly host.
On Canaan's happy shore;
My raptured soul shall drink, and feast,
In love's unbounded sea;
The glorious hope of endless rest
Is ravishing to me.

5. O come my Savior, come away
And bear me to the sky.
Nor let thy chariot long delay.
Make haste and bring it nigh:
I long to see thy glorious face,
And in thine image shine.
To triumph in victorious grace,
And be forever thine.

6. Then will I tune my harp of gold.
To my eternal King,
Through ages which can ne'er be told,
I'll make thy praises ring:
All hail eternal Son of God!
Who died on Calvary,
Who bought me with his precious blood,
From endless misery.

7. Ten thousand, thousand join in one.
To praise the eternal three.
Prostrate before the blazing throne,
In deep humility;
They raise and tune their harps of gold.
And join the immortal choir,
Through ages that can ne'er be told
They'll raise his praises higher.

8 Salvation in sweet purling streams.
Through Canaan's land doth roll.
Proceeding from the throne of God,
To soothe the pilgrim soul;
Ten thousand thousand glittering crowns
All set with diamonds bright.
And there my smiling Jesus reigns.
Who is my heart's delight.

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