 | The Land of Light and other Hymns of Faith and Hope |  |
HEAVEN AT LAST
Angel-voices sweetly singing,
Echoes through the blue dome ringing,
News of wondrous gladness bringing:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Echoes through the blue dome ringing,
News of wondrous gladness bringing:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Now, beneath us all the grieving,
All the wounded spirit's heaving,
All the woe of hopes deceiving:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
All the wounded spirit's heaving,
All the woe of hopes deceiving:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Sin for ever left behind us;
Earthly visions cease to blind us,
Fleshly fetters cease to bind us:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Earthly visions cease to blind us,
Fleshly fetters cease to bind us:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
13
On the jasper threshold standing,
Like a pilgrim safely landing,
See, the strange bright scene expanding!
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Like a pilgrim safely landing,
See, the strange bright scene expanding!
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
What a city! what a glory!
Far beyond the brightest story
Of the ages old and hoary:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Far beyond the brightest story
Of the ages old and hoary:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Softest voices, silver-pealing,
Freshest fragrance, spirit-healing,
Happy hymns around us stealing:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Freshest fragrance, spirit-healing,
Happy hymns around us stealing:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Gone the vanity and folly,
Gone the dark and melancholy;
Come the joyous and the holy:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Gone the dark and melancholy;
Come the joyous and the holy:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
14
Not a broken blossom yonder,
Not a link can snap asunder;
Stayed the tempest, sheathed the thunder,
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Not a link can snap asunder;
Stayed the tempest, sheathed the thunder,
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Not a tear-drop ever falleth,
Not a pleasure ever palleth;
Song to song for ever calleth:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Not a pleasure ever palleth;
Song to song for ever calleth:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Christ Himself the living splendour,
Christ the sunlight mild and tender;
Praises to the Lamb we render:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Christ the sunlight mild and tender;
Praises to the Lamb we render:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Now at length the veil is rended,
Now the pilgrimage is ended,
And the saints their thrones ascended;
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Now the pilgrimage is ended,
And the saints their thrones ascended;
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
15
Broken death's dread bands that bound us,
Life and victory around us;
Christ the King Himself hath crowned us:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Life and victory around us;
Christ the King Himself hath crowned us:
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
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