Upward Where the Stars Are Burning

Upward where the stars are burn­ing

Silent

si­lent in their turn­ing

Round the nev­er chang­ing pole;

Upward where the sky is bright­est

Upward where the blue is light­est

Lift I now my long­ing soul.

Far above that arch of glad­ness

Far be­yond these clouds of sad­ness

Are the ma­ny man­sions fair.

Far from pain and sin and fol­ly

In that pal­ace of the ho­ly

I would find my man­sion there.

Where the glo­ry bright­ly dwell­eth

Where the new song sweet­ly swell­eth

And the dis­cord nev­er comes;

Where life’s stream is ev­er lav­ing

And the palm is ev­er wav­ing

That must be the home of homes.

Where the Lamb on high is seat­ed

By ten thou­sand voic­es greet­ed

Lord of lords

and King of kings.

Son of Man

they crown

they crown Him

Son of God

they own

they own Him;

With His name the pal­ace rings.

Blessing

hon­or

with­out mea­sure

Heavenly rich­es

earth­ly trea­sure

Lay we at His bless­èd feet:

Poor the praise that now we ren­der

Loud shall be our voic­es yon­der

When be­fore His throne we meet.