Echoes from Heaven

As I la­bor for Je­sus

In His vine­yard be­low

Growing wea­ry

my foot­steps

Are so fee­ble

and slow;

But the ech­oes from Heav­en

Come to com­fort me then

And I’m long­ing to hear

Those heav’n­ly ech­oes again.

Oh! the echo from Heav­en reach­es me

Oh! the an­gels’ sweet voic­es

Are so pleas­ing to me.

I will la­bor for Je­sus

And the glo­ry of men

While the echo­es from Heav­en

Doth my path­way at­tend.

I am near­ing fair Ca­naan

As I jour­ney each day

There no trea­sures so pre­cious

That could tempt me to stay;

For my spir­it is long­ing

For the man­sions on high

And the ech­oes are call­ing

Me from ov­er the sky.

When I en­ter the pear­ly gates

All shin­ing with gold

And I’m view­ing Heav’n’s beau­ties

That have nev­er been told

I’ll be long­ing for Je­sus

And to kneel at His feet

While the voic­es of an­gels

Echo ’round me so sweet.