Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Upon the frontier of this shadowy land
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: A Fillmore
Meter: PM
Tune: Chant XV
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 327, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsUpon the frontier of this shadowy land
We, pilgrims of eternal sorrow stand:
What realms lie forward, with its happier store
Of forests green and deep,
Of valleys hushed in sleep,
And lakes most peaceful? 'Tis is the land of
Ever- more.
Very far off its marble cities seem-
Very far off- beyond our sensual dream-
Its woods unruffled by the wild wind's roar:
Yet does the turbulent surge,
Howl on its very verge.
One moment- and we breathe within the
Ever- more.