Hark! I Hear The Harps Eternal

Hark, I hear the harps eternal
ringing on the farther shore,
as I near those swollen waters
with their deep and solemn roar.

Chorus:
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
hallelujah, praise the Lamb!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
glory to the great I AM!

And my soul, though stained with sorrow,
fading as the light of day,
passes swiftly o'er those waters,
to the city far away.

Souls have crossed before me, saintly,
to that land of perfect rest;
And I hear them singing faintly
in the mansions of the blest.