Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Dear friends have you heard of that happy clime
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Tune: Happy Clime
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 261, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsDear friends, have you heard of that happy clime,
Undimmed by sorrow, unhurt by time
Where age ne'er dims the fadeless frame,
Where the eye is fire, and the heart is flame,
Have you heard of that happy clime?
A river of water gushes there,
'Mid flowers of beauty strangely fair;
A thousand wings are hovering o'er
The dazzling wave and the golden shore
That are seen in that happy clime.
Millions of forms all clothed in bright,
In garments of beauty clear and white--
They dwell in their own immortal bowers,
'Mid fadeless hues of countless flowers
That bloom in that happy clime.
Ear hath not heard and eye hath not seen
Their swelling songs and their changeless sheen;
Their ensigns are waving, their banners unfurled,
O'er jasper walls and its gates of pearl,
Which are fixed in that happy clime.
But far, far away is that sinless clime,
Undimmed by sorrow, unhurt by time,
Where amid all things that's fair is given
The home of the just, and its name is heaven
The name of that happy clime.