Had I the Wings of a Dove

Had I the wings of a dove

I would fly

Far

far away

far

far away.

Where not a cloud ev­er dark­ens the sky

Far

far away

far

far away.

Fadeless the flow’rs in yon Ed­en that blow

Green

green the bow’rs where the still wa­ters flow

Hearts like their gar­ments are pure as the snow

Far

far away

far

far away.

There nev­er trem­bles a sigh of re­gret

Far

far away

far

far away.

Stars of the morn­ing in glo­ry ne’er set;

Far

far away

far

far away.

There I for ev­er from sor­row would rest

Leaning with joy on Em­ma­nu­el’s breast

Tears nev­er flow in the home of the blest

Far

far away

far

far away.

Friends there unit­ed in glo­ry ne’er part

Far

far away

far

far away.

One is their tem­ple

their home

and their heart

Far

far away

far

far away.

River of crys­tal and ci­ty of gold

Portals of pearl such a glo­ry un­fold;

Eye can­not im­age

and tongue hath not told

Far

far away

far

far away.

List how yon harp­ers on gold­en harps play—

Come

come away

come

come away.

Falling and frail is your cot­tage of clay—

Come

come away

come

come away.

Come to these man­sions

there’s room yet for you

Dwell with the Friend ev­er faith­ful and true

Sing ye the song nev­er old

ev­er new

Come

come away

come

come away.