What heavenly music steals over the sea!
Entrancing
the senses like sweet melody!
'Tis
the voice of the angels borne soft on the air;
For
me they are singing; their welcome I hear.
2
On
the banks of old Jordan, here gazing I stand,
And
earnestly longing, I stretch forth my hand;
Send
a convoy of angels, dear Jesus, I pray!
Let
me join that sweet music; come, take me away.
3
Though
dark are the waters and rough is the wave,
If
Jesus permit, the wild surges I'll brave;
For
that heavenly music hath ravished me so,
I
must join in that chorus! I'll go! let me go!