Hark I hear the Harps eternal ringing on the farther shore
As I near those swollen waters with their deep and solemn roar.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, praise the Lamb!
Hallelujah, hallelujah, Glory to the great I AM!
And my soul, tho' stain'd with sorrow fading as the light of day,
Passes swiftly o'er those waters, to the city far away
Hallelujah, hallelujah, etc.
Souls have cross'd before me, saintly, to that land of perfect rest;
And I hear them singing faintly, in the mansions of the blest.
Hallelujah!
