I Heard a Sound of Voices

I heard a sound of voic­es

Around the great white throne

With harp­ers harp­ing on their harps

To Him that sat there­on:

Salvation

glo­ry

hon­or!

I heard the song arise

As through the courts of Heav­en it rolled

In won­drous har­mo­nies.

From ev­ery clime and kin­dred

And na­tions from afar

As ser­ried ranks re­turn­ing home

In tri­umph from a war

I heard the saints up­rais­ing

The my­ri­ad hosts among

In praise of Him who died and lives

Their one glad tri­umph song.

I saw the ho­ly ci­ty

The New Je­ru­sa­lem

Come down from Heav’n

a bride ad­orned

With jew­eled dia­dem;

The flood of crys­tal wa­ters

Flowed down the gold­en street;

And na­tions brought their hon­ors there

And laid them at her feet.

And there no sun was need­ed

Nor moon to shine by night

God’s glo­ry did en­light­en all

The Lamb Him­self the Light;

And there His serv­ants serve Him

And

life’s long bat­tle o’er

Enthroned with Him

their Sav­ior king

They reign for­ev­er­more.

O great and glo­ri­ous vi­sion

The Lamb up­on His throne!

O won­drous sight for man to see!

The Sav­ior with His own;

To drink the liv­ing wa­ters

And stand up­on the shore

Where nei­ther sor­row

sin nor death

Shall en­ter ev­er more.

O Lamb of God who reign­est

Thou bright and morn­ing Star!

Whose glo­ry light­ens that new earth

Which now we see from far;

O wor­thy Judge eter­nal

When Thou dost bid us come

Then op­en wide the gates of pearl

And call Thy serv­ants home.