1 High in yonder realms of light
Dwell the raptured saints above,
Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel's love!
2 Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Once they knew, like us below,
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears,
Torturing pain, and heavy woe.
3 But, these days of weeping o'er,
Past this scene of toil and pain,
They shall feel distress no more,
Never--never weep again.
4 ‘Mid the chorus of the skies,
‘Mid th’angelic lyres above,
Hark--their songs melodious rise,
Songs of praise to Jesus' love!
5 Happy spirits! ye are fled
Where no grief can entrance find:
Lull'd to rest the aching head,
Soothed the anguish of the mind.
6 Ev'ry tear is wiped away--
Sighs no more shall heave the breast;
Night is lost in endless day--
Sorrow--in eternal rest.
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First Line: | High in yonder realms of light |
Meter: | 7s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Eternity; Heaven: Bliss of |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: Raffles |