From Choirs Redeemed

From choirs re­deemed in realms ab­ove

Full gent­ly breathes the whis­per­ing strain;

They sing the song of Je­sus’ love—

Come let us join to raise our glad re­frain.

His word is sure

His mer­cy free

He gave Him­self to ran­som me;

His word is sure

His mer­cy free

He gave Him­self to ran­som me;

His word is sure

His mer­cy free

He gave Himself to ran­som me.

Hark! plain­er now we hear their song

And sweet­er still their mu­sic floats

While we in loud­er strains pro­long

And tell our joy in more tri­umph­ant notes.

Soon we shall join the heav’n­ly choirs

That sing Im­man­uel’s praise on high

While each ex­ult­ant voice as­pires

With joy to swell the chor­us of the sky.