Text: | Endless Praise. |
Translator: | Joseph Morris |
But begun will be the singing
Unto Jesus round His throne,
By the saved when tardy ages
With their songs and joys are flown:
And for ever,
Shall the golden harps resound.
There shall I rehearse the story,
How a weakling faint and worn,
Was o’er rocks and through deep waters,
To eternal glory borne:
Jesus wholly,
Shall absorb the songs of heaven,
Text Information | |
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First Line: | But begun will be the singing |
Title: | Endless Praise. |
Translator: | Joseph Morris (1854) |
Meter: | 8,7,8,7,4,7 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1854 |