45. Evening Song

1 Upward where the stars are burning,
Silent, silent in their turning,
Round the never changing pole;
Upward where the sky is brightest,
Upward where the blue is lightest,--
Lift I now my longing soul.

2 Far beyond the arch of gladness,
Far beyond these clouds of sadness,
Are the many mansions fair:
Far from pain and sin and folly,
In that palace of the holy--
I would find my mansion there.

3 Where the Lamb on high is seated,
By ten thousand voices greeted:
Lord of lords, and King of kings!
Son of man, they crown, they crown him,
Son of God, thy own, they own him,
With his name the palace rings.

4 Blessing, honor, without measure,
Heavenly riches, earthly treasure,
Lay we at his blessed feet:
Poor the praise that now we render,
Loud shall be our voices yonder,
When before his throne we meet.

Text Information
First Line: Upward where the stars are burning
Title: Evening Song
Author: Horatius Bonar
Language: English
Publication Date: 1888
Scripture:
Topic: Christ: Ascension of; Christ: King of Glory; Opening of Service
Tune Information
Name: BONAR
Composer: fr. J. B. Calkin
Meter: P. M.
Key: A Major



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