Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: O could I now but flee away
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: LM
Tune: Baxter
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 057, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO could I now but flee away,
And ease the anguish of my breast,
To bask in and sternal day,
And be at rest! and be at rest!
With joy I'd leave these courts below,
And join the songs above the sky,
Which angels bright are singing now,
They never die, they never die.
There elders tune their harps of gold,
And seraphs strike the sounding lyre;
Their ceaseless story ne'er is told-
They never tire, they never tire.
Millions of saints around the throne
Praise Him to whom all praise belongs,
While swell to the chief Cornerstone
Triumphant songs, triumphant songs.
There we shall past with every tear,
When we once reach that blissful shore;
For sorrow cannot enter there-
We'll weep no more, we'll weep no more.