The Everlasting Song

Come

O my soul

my ev­ery pow­er awak­ing

Look unto Him whose good­ness crowns thy days;

While into song an­gel­ic choirs are break­ing

O let thy voice its thank­ful tri­bute bring.

Tell how alone the path of death He trod;

Tell how He lives

thine ad­vo­cate with God;

Lift up thy voice

while Heav’n’s tri­umph­ant throng

Swell at His feet the ev­er­last­ing song.

Think

O my soul

now pa­tient­ly He sought thee

Far

far away up­on the mount­ain steep;

Then in His arms how ten­der­ly He brought thee

Home to His fold

a wea­ry

wan­d’ring sheep.

Sing

O my soul

and let thy pure de­vo­tion

Rise to His throne

thy Sav­ior

friend

and guide;

Sing of His love that

like a migh­ty ocean

Flows un­to thee

and all the world be­side.

Soon

O my soul

thine earth­ly house for­sak­ing

Soon shalt thou rise the bet­ter world to see;

Then will thy harp

a nob­ler strain awak­ing

Praise Him who died to pur­chase life for thee.