O WHAT has Jesus bought for me! Before my wondering eyes Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of paradise.
They flourish in perpetual bloom, Fruit every month they give; All to the healing leaves that come Eternally shall live.
I see a world of spirits bright Who reap the pleasures there; They all are robed in purest white, And conquering palms they bear.
O what are all my sufferings here, If, Lord, Thou count me meet With that enraptured host to appear, And worship at Thy feet?
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain; Take life or friends away— I come to find them all again In that eternal day.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88