1 On wings of faith, mount up my soul and rise,
View thine inheritance beyond the skies.
Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue can tell,
What endless pleasures in those mansions dwell
Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious;
O'er sin and death and hell he reigns victorious.
2 No gnawing grief, no sad heart-rending pain,
In that blest country can admission gain;
No sorrow there, no soul-tormenting fear;
For God's own hand shall wipe the falling tear.
Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious;
O'er sin and death and hell he reigns victorious.
3 Before the throne a crystal river glides;
Immortal verdure decks its cheerful sides;
Here the fair tree of life majestic rears
Its blooming head, and sov'reign virtue bears
Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and glorious;
O'er sin and death and hell he reigns victorious.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #512
First Line: | On wings of faith, mount up my soul, and rise |
Author: | Joseph Straphan |
Language: | English |
Refrain First Line: | Here our redeemer lives, all bright and glorious |
Copyright: | Public Domain |