I Seem To Hear An Angel Choir
Down From Their Shining Home;
And In My Heart Their Notes Inspire
Sweet Anthems From The Throne.
Hark! Over The Vale Sweet Melodies
That Echo In My Soul;
Our Great Redeemer’s Holy Praise
As Mighty Thunders Roll.
Upon The Mount Of Holiness,
We Live In Heaven’s View;
And O’er The Shaded Valley Come
Their Songs Forever New.
Above, Below, One Family,
A Thousand Chords Of Love;
Now Thrill My Soul With Melodies,
They Chant In Praise Above.
I Catch The Pure Celestial Strain
That Heaven Wafts To Me;
And Then My Happy Spirit Sings,
“Oh, Glory, I Am Free!”
We Echo Back The Sounds That Float
Through Eden’s Balmy Air;
And Heaven Shouts To Hear On Earth
The Songs They’re Singing There.