Angel Voices Sweetly Singing

Angel voic­es sweet­ly sing­ing

Echoes through the blue dome ring­ing

News of won­drous glad­ness bring­ing;

Ah

’tis Heav­en at last!

Now

be­neath us all the griev­ing

All the wound­ed spir­it’s heav­ing

All the woe of hopes de­ceiv­ing;

Ah

’tis Heav­en at last!

Sin for ev­er left be­hind us

Earthly vi­sions cease to blind us

Fleshly fet­ters cease to bind us;

Ah

’tis Heav­en at last!

On the jas­per thresh­old stand­ing

Like a pil­grim safe­ly land­ing

See

the strange bright scene ex­pand­ing!

Ah

’tis Heav­en at last!

What a ci­ty! what a glo­ry!

Far be­yond the bright­est sto­ry

Of the ag­es old and hoa­ry;

Ah

’tis Heav­en at last!

Softest voic­es

sil­ver peal­ing

Freshest frag­rance

spir­it heal­ing

Happy hymns around us steal­ing;

Ah

’tis Heav­en at last!

Gone the van­ity and fol­ly

Gone the dark and me­lan­cho­ly

Come the joy­ous and the ho­ly;

Ah

’tis Heav­en at last!

Not a brok­en blos­som yon­der

Not a link can snap asun­der

Stayed the tem­pest

sheathed the thun­der;

Ah

’tis Heav­en at last!

Not a tear drop ev­er fall­eth

Not a plea­sure ev­er pall­eth

Song to song for ever call­eth;

Ah

’tis Heav­en at last!

Christ Him­self the liv­ing splen­dor

Christ the sun­light mild and ten­der;

Praises to the Lamb we ren­der;

Ah

’tis Heav­en at last!

Now at length the veil is rend­ed

Now the pil­grim­age is end­ed

And the saints their thrones as­cend­ed;

Ah

’tis Heav­en at last!

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!