Hark I Hear The Harps Eternal

Hark! I hear the harps eternal, Ringing on the farther shore,

And my soul, tho' stained with sorrow, Fading as the light of day,

Souls have crossed before me, saintly, To that land of perfect rest;

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Halleluja! Praise the Lamb!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Glory to the great I AM!

As I near those swollen waters, With their deep and solemn roar.

And I hear them singing faintly, In the mansions of the blest.

Passes swiftly o'er those waters, To the city far away.