472 ~ A Song of Heaven and Homeland
Sometimes I hear strange music, Like none e'er heard before, Come floating softly earthward As thro' heav'n's open door: It seems like angel voices, In strains of joy and love, That swell the mighty chorus Around the throne above.
O sweet, celestial music, Heard from a land afar; The song of Heav'n and Homeland, Thro' doors God leaves ajar!
Now soft, and low, and restful, It floods my soul with peace, As if God's benediction Bade all earth's troubles cease. Then grander than the voices, Of wind, and wave, and sea; It fills the dome of heaven With glorious harmony.
This music haunts me ever, Like something heard in dreams; It seems to catch the cadence Of heav'nly winds and streams. My heart is filled with rapture, To think, some day to come, I'll sing it with the angels; The song of heav'n and home.