The words of this hymn reach and send my faith and vision to the warmth of my brothers recent embraces and praises above. I can just hear this from the old Monroe Chapel organ- Mom pounding away. These expressions of this hymn we have all felt, inwardly, a yearning to carry us beyond each day knowing of an awaited day with them.
1. | Oh, what songs of the heart |
We shall sing all the day, | |
When again we assemble at home, | |
When we meet ne’er to part | |
With the blest o’er the way, | |
There no more from our loved ones to roam! | |
When we meet ne’er to part, | |
Oh, what songs of the heart | |
We shall sing in our beautiful home. | |
2. | Tho our rapture and bliss |
There’s no song can express, | |
We will shout, we will sing o’er and o’er, | |
As we greet with a kiss, | |
And with joy we caress | |
All our loved ones that passed on before; | |
As we greet with a kiss, | |
In our rapture and bliss, | |
All our loved ones that passed on before. | |
3. | Oh, the visions we’ll see |
In that home of the blest, | |
There’s no word, there’s no thought can impart, | |
But our rapture will be | |
All the soul can attest, | |
In the heavenly songs of the heart; | |
But our rapture will be | |
In the vision we’ll see | |
Best expressed in the songs of the heart. | |
4. | Oh, what songs we’ll employ! |
Oh, what welcome we’ll hear! | |
While our transports of love are complete, | |
As the heart swells with joy | |
In embraces most dear | |
When our heavenly parents we meet! | |
As the heart swells with joy, | |
Oh, what songs we’ll employ, | |
When our heavenly parents we meet! |
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