1 Sometimes I hear strange music,
Like none e'er heard before,
Come floating, softly earthward
As thro' Heav'n's open door.
It seems like angel voices,
In strains of joy and love
That swell the mighty chorus,
Around the throne above.
O sweet, unearthly music,
Heard from a land afar--
The song of Heav'n and Homeland,
Thro' doors God leaves ajar.
2 Now soft, and low, and restful
It floods my soul with peace,
As if God's benediction
Bade all earth's troubles cease.
Then grander than the voices
Of wind, and wave, and sea,
It fills the dome of Heaven
With glorious harmony. [Chorus]
3 This music haunts me ever
Like something heard in dreams,
It seems to catch the cadence
Of heav'nly winds and streams.
My heart is filled with rapture,
To think, some day to come,
I'll sing it with the angels,--
The song of Heav'n and home. [Chorus]
Rexford, Eben Eugene.M (Johnsburg, New York, July 16, 1848--October 16, 1916, Shiocton, Wisconsin). Horticulturalist and editor of a Wisconsin farm journal. Many of his verses were used to fill empty corners of the journal. He also wrote many books on gardening. Lawrence University (Appleton, Wisc.), Litt.D. Twenty-five years, organist at First Congregational Church, Shiocton.
See: Smith, Mary L.P. (1930). Eben E. Rexford; a biographical sketch. Menasha, Wis., George Banta Pub. Co.
--Leonard Ellinwood, DNAH Archives and Gabriel, Charles H. (1916). Singers and Their Songs. Chicago: The Rodeheaver Company.… Go to person page >