Hark, I hear the harps eternal
Ringing on the farther shore,
As I near those swollen waters,
With their deep and solemn roar.
Hallelujah, praise the Lamb.
Glory to the Great I Am!
And my soul though stained with sorrow,
Fading as the light of day,
Passes swiftly o’er those waters
To that city far away.
Some have crossed before us safely
To that land of perfect rest.
Can you hear them singing faintly
In the mansion of the blest?