1 What seraph-like music falls sweet on my ear,
In strains so delightful? O list that ye hear--
Those rich flowing numbers, so liquid and clear,
Breathe rapture untold from some heavenly sphere.
2 'Tis the sweet-flowing music that steals o'er the wave,
Of Jordan's lone river, as its billows I brave,
'Tis the music of angels, who hasten to bear
My soul o'er the waters to that blessed shore.
3 A glimpse of bright glory now beams on my sight,
I sink in sweet visions of heaven's dawning light;
Bright spirits are whispering so soft in my ear
Of heaven, sweet heaven! I long to be there.Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #67a