I want-Oh, I want to be there, Where sorrow and sin bid adieuYour joy and your friendship to share→→ To wonder, and worship with you! 1 HIGH in youder realms of light, Once they knew, like us below, 2 Oft the big, unbidden tear, Stealing down the furrow'd cheek, Told, in eloquence sincere, Tales of wo they could not speak. 3 'Mid the chorus of the skies, Happy Spirits! ye are fled, Calm and undisturb'd repose- Sighs no more shall heave the breast; Night is lost in endless daySorrow-in eternal rest! 450 L. M. To God the Father, God the Son, C. M. LET God the Father, and the Son, Where there are works to make him known, S. M. YE angels, round the throne, And saints that dwell below, Worship the Father, praise the Son And bless the Spirit too. H. M. To God the Father's throne Thy name we sing, 7s. SING we to our God above, 8, 7. MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour, 452 |