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’ns open door:
It
seems like an angel voices,
In
strains of joy and love,
That
swell the mighty chorus
Around
the throne above.
Refrain
O sweet, celestial music,
Heard from a land afar–
the song of Heav’n and Homeland,
Thro’ doors God leaves ajar!
2
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.
3
This
music haunts me ever,
Like
something heard in dreams–
It
seems catch the cadence
Of
heav’nly wind and streams.
My
heart is filled with rapture,
To
think, someday to come,
I’ll
sing it with the angles–
The
song of heav’n and home.
