Text: | Jesus, our Hope, our Life, our Heaven |
Author: | Anon. |
Tune: | CHOPIN |
Composer: | Isaac B. Woodbury |
1 Jesus, our Hope, our Life, our Heaven,
The lingering times have flown;
To thee the kingdom now is given;
Return and claim thine own.
2 And, as we wait, along the skies
Unearthly glory steals;
And our glad spirits seem to rise,
To haste thy chariot wheels.
3 Although they seem to linger, still
Thy retinue on high
Is marshalled, and awaits the will
That bids their myriads fly.
4 Then we will wait, nor deem too long
The closing hours of grace;
But trim our lamps with cheerful song,
Till we shall see thy face.
5 Safe with the ransomed we shall stand,
And raise the victor's song;
A golden harp in every hand,
And praise on every tongue.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Jesus, our Hope, our Life, our Heaven |
Author: | Anon. |
Publication Date: | 1886 |
Topic: | Waiting for Christ: Closing Work |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | CHOPIN |
Composer: | Isaac B. Woodbury |
Meter: | C. M. |
Key: | A♭ Major |
Notes: | Alternate tunes: #201, 395, or 114. |