Hymns 7 - How Sweet to Reflect On the Joys That Await Me текст песни

How sweet to reflect on the joys that await me
In yon blissful region, the haven of rest
Where glorified spirits in raptures will greet me.
And lead me to mansions prepared for the blessed.

Encircled with light and with glory enshrouded.
My happiness perfect, my mind's eye above
I'll bathe in the ocean of mercies unbounded
And range with delight through the Eden of love.

While angelic legions with harps tuned celestial
Harmoniously join in the concert of praise.
Any saints as they flock from the region terrestrial
In loud hallelujahs their voices shall raise.

This song of redemption is echoed in heaven
My soul would respond in Immanuel's love
"All glory, all honor, all might and dominion
To him who brought us to the Eden of love."

Then hail, blessed state, hail, ye songsters of glory
Ye harpers of bliss, soon I'll meet you above.
To join your full choir in rehearsing the story
Salvation from sorrow through Jesus' love.

Through prisoned on earth, yet by anticipation
Already my soul tastes the sweets from my Love.
Of joys that await me when freed from this station
My heart's now in heaven, the Eden of Love.