1 Far o'er yon horizon
Rise the city towers;
Where our God abideth;
That fair Home is ours:
Flash the streets with jasper,
Shine the gates with gold;
Flows the gladdening river,
Shedding joys untold.
Thither, onward thither,
In the Spirit's might;
Pilgrims to your country,
Forward into light.
2 Into God' high temple
Onward as we press,
Beauty spreads around us,
Born of holiness;
Arch, and vault, and carving,
Lights of varied tone,
Softened words and holy,
Prayer and praise alone:
Every thought upraising
To our city bright,
Where the tribes assemble
Round the Throne of light.
3 Nought that city needeth
Of these aisles of stone:
Where the GODHEAD dwelleth,
Temple there is none;
All the Saints, that ever
In these courts have stood,
Are but babes, and feeding
On the children's food.
On through sign and token,
Stars amid the night,
Forward through the darkness,
Forward into light.
4 To the eternal FATHER
Loudest anthems raise;
To the SON and SPIRIT
Echo songs of praise;
To the Lord of glory,
Blessed THREE in ONE,
Be by men and Angels
Endless honours done;
Weak are earthly praises;
Dull the songs of night;
Forward into triumph,
Forward into light!
Amen.
Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #327
First Line: | Far over yon horizon rise the city towers |
Author: | Henry Alford |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |