Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: There's music in the upper heaven
Topic: The Present and the Future/Heaven
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CMD
Tune:
Hymn Number: 1127
Page Number: 669, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThere's music in the upper heaven--
The choral notes that swell,
Are sweeter, fuller, richer far,
Than human lips can tell;
When rings the gush of golden harps,
And heavenly lutes are swept,
To tell the quenchless love of him
Who o'er a lost world wept.
The gliding rush of countless wings,
Borne on the swelling breeze.
That wafts the rustling music by,
Amid embowered trees;
The echo of the myriad feet,
That fall on pavements fair
Of glittering, dazzling gold that gleams
In untold brightness there.
The music of the pearly gates,
When back by angels flung,
Admitting there a ransomed soul,
Their sinless bands among:
The silvery sound that's swelling up,
When flows the stream of life;
The rustle of the emeral leaf,
With healing virtues rife:
And then the tide of melody,
That swells and bursts, when rings
The new song in that far-off world,
That thrilling rapture brings:
But, awed, we may not note its power,
Its depths we may not sound;
Unfathomed, fathomless it rolls
In glorious might around.