Kind Words ‎#11

11. There's music in the upper heav'n

1 There's music in the upper heav'n--
The choral notes that swell,
Are sweeter, fuller richer far
than human lips can tell.
When rings the gush of golden harps and heav'nly lutes are swept.
To tell the quenchless love of him
Who o'er a lost world wept. Amen.

2 The gliding rush of countless wings
Borne on the swelling breeze,
That wafts the rustling music by
Amid embower'd trees.
The echo of the myriad feet
That fall on pavements fair,
Of glittering dazzling gold that gleams
In untold brightness there. Amen.

3 The music of the pearly gates,
When back by angels flung,
Admitting there a ransomed soul
Their sinless bands among.
The silvery sound that's swelling up
When flows the stream of life,
The rustic of the emerald leaf,
With healing virtues rife.

4 And then the tide of melody
That swells and bursts when rings
The new song in that far-off world,
That thrilling rapture brings;
But awed, we may not note its power,
Its depths we may not sound;
Unfathomed, fathomless it rolls
In glorious might around. Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: There's music in the upper heav'n
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1871

Tune Information

• Name: THE MUSIC OF HEAVEN
• Composer: G. W. Linton (1864)
• Meter: C. M.
• Key: E♭ Major