Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Hymn Number: 150
Page Number: 179, click to see hymnal pages
HOW sweet to reflect on those joys that await me,
In yon blissful regions, the haven of rest,
Where glorified spirits with welcome shall greet me,
And lead me to mansions prepared for the blest;
Encircled in light, and with glory enshrouded,
My happiness perfect, my mind's sky unclouded,
I'll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded,
And range with delight through the Eden of Love.
While angelic legions with harps tuned celestial,
Harmoniously join in the concert of praise,
The saints as they flock from the regions terrestial,
In loud hallelujahs their voices will raise:
Then songs to the Lamb shall re-echo through heaven,
My soul will respond, to Immanuel be given
All glory, and honor, and might, and dominion,
Who brought us through grace to the Eden of love.
Then hail, blessed state! hail, ye songsters of glory!
Ye harpers of bliss, soon I'll meet you above!
And join your full choir in rehearsing the story,
"Salvation from sorrow through Jesus's love;"
Though prisoned in earth, yet by anticipation
Already my soul feels a sweet prelibation
Of joys that await me, when freed from probation;
My heart's now in heaven, the Eden of love.