|
|
| |
|
To the fair shores of Eden,
My soul longs to fly;
And to drink from the fountain
That never runs dry;
Where the angles are singing
The same precious story;
That will ever resound
Through the bright hills of glory
O take me my Saviour,
To join the happy song,
In the bright hills of glory,
Where the angels belong,
O take me my Saviour,
To join the happy song,
In the bright hills of glory,
Where the angels belong.
Oh! what visions of beauty
Will burst on my sight;
As I enter the mansions
Of heavently delight;
How the loved ones will greet me
From life's troubled story,
And will welcome me home
To the bright hills of glory!
O take me my Saviour,
To join the happy song,
In the bright hills of glory,
Where the angels belong,
O take me my Saviour,
To join the happy song,
In the bright hills of glory,
Where the angels belong.
Pray tell me ye watchman
Who stand at the gate,
How long must I linger
In sorrow - and wait?
When I hear the sweet angels
Rehearsing the story,
And my spirit is longing
For the bright hills of glory!
O take me my Saviour,
To join the happy song,
In the bright hills of glory,
Where the angels belong,
O take me my Saviour,
To join the happy song,
In the bright hills of glory,
Where the angels belong.
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
.
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
1863
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
|
MUSIC
|
Name:
|
To the fair shores of Eden
|
|
Meter:
|
.
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Dates:
|
1863
|
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
