Christ My Song - 2341
Angel-voices sweetly singing - Heaven at Last
(Horatius Bonar/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
Heaven at Last.
1. Angel-voices sweetly singing,
echoes through the blue dome ringing,
news of wondrous gladness bringing:
ah, 'tis heaven at last! PDF - Midi
2. Now, beneath us all the grieving,
all the wounded spirit's heaving,
all the woe of hopes deceiving:
ah, 'tis heaven at last!
3. Sin for ever left behind us;
earthly visions cease to blind us,
fleshly fetters cease to bind us:
ah, 'tis heaven at last!
4. On the jasper threshold standing,
like a pilgrim safely landing,
see, the strange bright scene expanding!
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
5. What a city! what a glory!
far beyond the brightest story
of the ages old and hoary:
ah, 'tis heaven at last!
6. Softest voices, silver-pealing,
freshest fragrance, spirit-healing,
happy hymns around us stealing:
ah, 'tis heaven at last!
7. Gone the vanity and folly,
gone the dark and melancholy;
come the joyous and the holy:
ah, 'tis heaven at last!
8. Not a broken blossom yonder,
not a link can snap asunder;
stayed the tempest, sheathed the thunder:
ah, 'tis heaven at last!
9. Not a tear-drop ever falleth,
not a pleasure ever palleth;
song to song for ever calleth:
ah, 'tis heaven at last!
10. Christ himself the living splendour,
Christ the sunlight mild and tender;
praises to the Lamb we render:
ah, 'tis heaven at last!
11. Now at length the veil is rended,
now the pilgrimage is ended,
and the saints their thrones ascended:
ah, 'tis heaven at last!
12. Broken death's dread bands that bound us,
life and victory around us;
Christ the King himself hath crowned us:
ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope II, 1872, 62-64.