Hush! for a master harp is tuned again, In truest unison with choirs above, For prelude to a loftier, sweeter strain, The praise of God's inestimable love; Who sent redemption to a world of woe, That all a Father's heart His banished ones might know. Hush! while on silvery wing of holiest song Floats forth the old, dear story of our peace, His coming, the Desire of Ages long, To wear our chains, and win our glad release. Our wondering joy, to hear such tidings blest, Is crowned with "Come to Him, and He will give you rest." Rest, by His sorrow! Bruised for our sin, Behold the Lamb of God! His death our life. Now lift your heads, ye gates! He entereth in, Christ risen indeed, and Conqueror in the strife. Thanks, thanks to Him who won, and Him who gave Such victory of love, such triumph o'er the grave. Hark! "Hallelujah!" O sublimest strain! Is it prophetic echo of the day When He, our Saviour and our King, shall reign, And all the earth shall own His righteous sway? Lift heart and voice, and swell the mighty chords, While hallelujahs peal, to Him, the Lord of lords! "Worthy of all adoration Is the Lamb that once was slain," Cry, in raptured exultation, His redeemed from every nation; Angel myriads join the strain, Sounding from their sinless strings Glory to the King of kings: Harping, with their harps of gold, Praise which never can be told. Hallelujahs full and swelling Rise around His throne of might, All our highest laud excelling. Holy and Immortal, dwelling In the unapproached light, He is worthy to receive All that heaven and earth can give; Blessing, honor, glory, might, All are His by glorious right. As the sound of many waters Let the full Amen arise! HALLELUJAH! Ceasing never, Sounding through the great FOREVER, Linking all its harmonies; Through eternities of bliss, Lord, our rapture shall be this; And our endless life shall be One AMEN of praise to Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CATS' MONTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) ON REFUSAL OF AID BETWEEN NATIONS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CLEVER TOM CLINCH GOING TO BE HANGED by JONATHAN SWIFT HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |