The River of Song

O the sleep of just a mo­ment

When the spir­it sinks away!

Then the wak­ing

bliss­ful wak­ing

In a world of end­less day.

O the rap­ture

ho­ly rap­ture

There to stand with the bright

hap­py throng!

There the sac­red springs of plea­sure

With the streams of love unite

In a pure flow­ing river of song.

We shall hear ce­les­ti­al mu­sic

O’er its bos­om sweep along

Like the voice of ma­ny waters;

Hark! the ev­er­last­ing song.

In their num­bers far ex­cel­ling

All the count­less orbs ab­ove

They who swell the migh­ty chor­us

In the spiri­t world of love.