Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1850
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Come let us join our friends above
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: S Leonard
Tune: Shelbyville
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 316, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsCome let us join our friends above,
That have obtain'd the prize;
And on the eagle wings of love
To joys ce-les-tial rise:
Let all the saints ter-res-tial sing,
With those to glo-ry gone;
For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven are one.
One family we dwell in him,
One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death
One army of the living God,
To his command we bow;
Part of his host have cross'd the flood,
And part are crossing now.
Ten thousand to their endless home
This solemn moment fly;
And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die:
His militant embodied host,
With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,
And reach the heavenly land.
Our old companions in distress
We haste again to see,
And eager long for our release,
And full felicity;
E'en now by faith we join our hands
With those that went before;
And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal shore.
Our spirits too shall quickly join,
Like theirs with glory crown'd,
And shout to see our Captain's sign,
To hear his trumpet sound.
O that we now might grasp our Guide!
O that the word were given!
Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide,
And land us all in heaven!