Echoes of Glory

Echoes of glo­ry are ring­ing

Down thro’ the gates so fair;

News of sweet rest they are bring­ing

To hearts that are wea­ry with care.

Oh! Echoes of glo­ry

From an­gels so fair

List to the mu­sic

That floats on the air.

Echoes of glo­ry are sweet­ly

Coming to cheer the weak

Filling the soul thus com­plete­ly

With love that the sor­row­ing seek.

Echoes of glo­ry come ev­er

Telling of rest at last

When we shall cross o’er the riv­er

And life with its tur­moil is past.