Sing On (Crosby)

Sing on

ye joy­ful pil­grims

Nor think the mo­ments long;

My faith is heav’n­ward rising

With ev­ery tune­ful song;

Lo! on the mount of bless­ing

The glo­ri­ous mount

I stand;

And look­ing ov­er Jor­dan

I see the pro­mised land.

Sing on

O bliss­ful music!

With ev­ery note you raise

My heart is filled with rap­ture

My soul is lost in praise;

Sing on

O bliss­ful mu­sic!

With ev­ery note you raise

My heart is filled with rap­ture

My soul is lost in praise.

Sing on

ye joy­ful pilg­rims

While here on earth we stay;

Let songs of home and Je­sus

Beguile each fleet­ing day;

Sing on the grand old sto­ry

Of His re­deem­ing love

The ev­er­last­ing chor­us

That fills the realms ab­ove.

Sing on

ye joy­ful pil­grims

The time will not be long

Till in our Fa­ther’s king­dom

We swell a nob­ler song;

Where an­gels there are wait­ing

To greet us on the shore

We’ll meet be­yond the riv­er

Where surg­es roll no more.