Gates Ajar

What music ce­les­ti­al

what me­lo­dy clear

Is this which is greet­ing with rap­ture my ear?

The gates are ajar in the man­sions on high

And an­gels are chant­ing their songs in the sky.

Is Heav­en so near me

the hope of my soul

That ov­er my spir­it its mu­sic may roll?

Oh

bliss with­out mea­sure

im­mor­tal and sweet!

I would that such ca­dence my voice could re­peat!