Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis im- mor- tal-i- ty: Yet night-ly pitch my mov-ing tent A day's march near-er home. A-MEN. 2 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Ah! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, 3 For ever with the Lord! Father, if 'tis Thy will, Be Thou at my right hand, Then can I never fail; 4 So when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, "For ever with the Lord!"' URBS BEATA 76 76 76 76 With Refrain (Second Tune) neath thy con-tem - pla- tion Sink heart and voice op-prest; I know not, O I know not, What joys a wait us there; What ra- dian- cy of glo- ry, What bliss be-yond compare. Je- ru-sa-lem the gold-en, With milk and hon-ey blest, Be-neath thy con-tem- pla- tion Sink heart and voice opprest. A-MEN. Org. Henry J. Storer, 1891 425 PATMOS 7 68 68 68 6 I. I heard a sound of voi ces A-round the great white throne, · As through the courts of heav'n it rolled In wondrous harmonies. A-MEN. 2 From every clime and kindred, In triumph from a war, I heard the saints upraising, In praise of Him who died, and lives, 3 I saw the holy city, The New Jerusalem, Come down from heaven, a bride adorned With jewelled diadem: The flood of crystal waters Flowed down the golden street; And nations brought their honors there, And laid them at her feet. |