C.M.
1
Hark! how the choir around the throne
Adore their glorious King!
They drink full draughts of bliss unknown,
And hallelujah sing.
2
They range through heaven’s unmeasured plain,
And find new cause for praise;
See more of Jesus, and again
Loud hallelujahs raise.
3
Anon, the pearly gates unfold,
An heir of bliss draws nigh;
Again they strike their harps of gold,
And hallelujah cry.
4
Another sinner, born of God,
Makes heaven’s vast conclave ring;
Again they Jesus’ love record,
And hallelujah sing.
5
At last the ransomed throng, complete,
Is glorified throughout:
Again they bow at Jesus’ feet,
And hallelujah shout.
6
Ere long, O may we join that throng,
Who bow before the King;
And in one everlasting song,
Our hallelujahs bring.
