Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: There's joy in Heaven thrilling joy
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: S Leonard
Composer: S Leonard
Meter: 8s and 6s
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 394, click to see hymnal pages
THERE's joy in Heaven, thrilling joy,
Whene'er a sinner turns;
Then with a holy ecstasy,
The tallest seraph burns:
Through all the shining courts of bliss,
The joyful news is borne,
And thousand angel voices shout,
The wanderer's return.
And thousand angel.
There's light, effulgent light in Heaven,-
It radiates from the throne,
And bright reflects from golden streets
And walls of precious stone;
Ten thousand times ten thousand stars,
And suns by scores untold,
Could ne'er emit such glorious light,
As there the saints behold.
There's rest in Heaven, calm repose,
From pain and toil and care;
And there the weary shall enjoy
A peace beyond compare.
A tranquil quiet, calm and deep,
A sea without a shore,
An ocean vast, of bliss, that shall
Endure for evermore.
There's music, heavenly music, there
Ten thousand harps of gold
Are tuned and touched by angel hands,
To measures sweet and bold;
Twelve thousand times twelve thousand souls,
Of their redemption sing;
And louder yet, rank after rank,
Redemption's anthems ring.
They sing the wond'rous love of God,
To a lost sinful race:
And thousand thousand angel choirs,
Take up the notes of praise:
And ransomed souls, a countless host,
Echo the swelling songs,
Honor, and power, and love to Him,
To whom all praise belongs.
Honor and power.