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Sweet rivers of redeeming love,

The Happy Sick Man

Poet: John Adam Granade, 1804
Meter: Common Meter Double (8,6,8,6,8,6,8,6)
Location in The Sacred Harp
Stanza Denson Cooper
Sweet rivers of redeeming love,
Lie just before mine eyes;
Had I the pinions of a dove,
Iíd to those regions fly.
Iíd rise superior to my pain,
With joy outstrip the wind:
Iíd cross bold Jordanís stormy main,
And leave the world behind.

Sweet Rivers 61, Stanza 1

Sweet Rivers 61, Stanza 1
While Iím imprisoníd here below,
In anguish, pain, and smart,
Oft times those troubles I forego,
When love surrounds my heart.
In darkest shadows of the nightí
Faith mounts the upper sky;
I then behold my heartís delight,
And would rejoice to die.

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 Saviour in my arms,
And will not let him go;
Iím so delighted with his charms,
No other good Iíd know.

A few more days, or years at most,
My troubles will be oíer:
I hope to join the heavínly host,
On Canaanís happy shore.
My raptírous soul shall drink and feast
In loveís unbounded sea:
The glorious hope of endless rest
Is ravishing to me.

Sweet Rivers 61, Stanza 2

Sweet Rivers 61, Stanza 2
O! come, my Saviour, come away,
And bear me through the sky;
Nor let the chariot wheels delay;
Make haste and brings it nigh.
I long to see thy glorious face,
And in thy image shine;
To triumph in victorious grace,
And be forever thine.

Then I will tune my harp of gold,
To my eternal King;
Through ages that can neíer be told,
Iíll make his praises ring.
All hail, eternal Son of God,
Who died on Calvary;
And savíd me with thy precious blood
From endless misery.

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

Hinde, Thomas S. The Pilgrimís Songster; or, A Choice Collection of Spiritual Songs, From the Best Authors, with Many Original Pieces, Never Before in Print. Chillicothe, Ohio: Printed at the Freedonian Press for the proprietor, 1815.