|
|
| |
|
O! golden Hereafter,
thine every bright rafter
Will shake in the thunder
of sanctified song;
And every swift angel
proclaim an evangel,
To summon God’s saints
to the glorified throng.
O! chorus of fire,
That will burst from God’s choir,
When the loud hallelujahs
leap up from the soul,
Till the flowers on the hills,
And the waves in the rills,
Shall tremble with joy
in the music’s deep roll.
O! host without number,
awaked from death’s slumber,
Who walk in white robes
on the emerald shore;
The glory is o’er you,
the throne is before you,
And weeping will come
to your spirits no more.
O! chorus of fire,
That will burst from God’s choir,
When the loud hallelujahs
leap up from the soul,
Till the flowers on the hills,
And the waves in the rills,
Shall tremble with joy
in the music’s deep roll.
O! mansions eternal,
in fields ever vernal,
Awaiting your tenantry
ransomed from sin,
We’ll stand on your pavement,
no more in enslavement,
With home-songs to Jesus
Who welcomes us in.
O! chorus of fire,
That will burst from God’s choir,
When the loud hallelujahs
leap up from the soul,
Till the flowers on the hills,
And the waves in the rills,
Shall tremble with joy
in the music’s deep roll.
O! Jesus, our Master,
command to beat faster
These weary life pulses
that bring us to Thee,
Till, past the dark portal,
we stand up immortal,
And sweep with hosannas
the jasper lit sea.
O! chorus of fire,
That will burst from God’s choir,
When the loud hallelujahs
leap up from the soul,
Till the flowers on the hills,
And the waves in the rills,
Shall tremble with joy
in the music’s deep roll.
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
.
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
1868
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
Rev 5:11;
|
MUSIC
|
Name:
|
CHORUS OF FIRE
|
|
Meter:
|
.
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Dates:
|
1868
|
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
