The Broken Chord

When the chord of life is brok­en

And the soul flies heav­en­ward

As the last fare­well is ut­tered

And fond hearts with sor­row stirred

How the heav’n­ly gates will op­en

To receive the soul re­leased

As the Spir­it will soar up­ward

With its bliss­ful joy in­creased.

Jesus

lead us ev­er on­ward

Teach us but the heav’n­ly way

So that when the sum­mons calls us

We re­joic­ing shall ob­ey

Following the Mas­ter’s call­ing

To the high­er realms ab­ove

That we’ll feel our spir­its going

To the home of per­fect love.

As the sil­ver chord is brok­en

And the spir­it flies back home

Oh

how sweet to be with Je­sus

In the heav’n­ly realms to roam;

Freed from all the weights of sor­row

Only bliss and joys to share

With our spir­its free and trust­ing

In our heav’n­ly Fa­ther’s care.