Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
491 Eagles’ Wings
Words: Charles Wesley, v. 1, 1742. v. 2, 1747
Music: Arr. John T. Hocutt, by 1990
Meter: Common Particular Meter (8,8,6,8,8,6)
Copyright: 2025 Sacred Harp Publishing Company
O glorious hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to things above,
It bears on eagles’ wings;
It gives my raptured soul a taste,
And makes me for some moments feast
With Jesus’ priests and kings.
No foot of land do I possess,
No cottage in the wilderness,
A poor wayfaring man;
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander as I go,
Till I my Canaan gain.
It lifts me up to things above,
It bears on eagles’ wings;
It gives my raptured soul a taste,
And makes me for some moments feast
With Jesus’ priests and kings.
No foot of land do I possess,
No cottage in the wilderness,
A poor wayfaring man;
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander as I go,
Till I my Canaan gain.