The New Song (Best)

There are songs of joy that I loved to sing

When my heart was blithe as a bird in spring

But the song I have learned is so full of cheer

That the dawn shines out in the dark­ness drear.

O the new

new song! O the new

new song!

I can sing it now with the ran­somed throng:

Power and do­min­ion to Him that shall reign

Glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain.

There are strains of home that are dear as life

And I list to them oft ’mid the din of strife;

But I know of a home that is won­drous fair

And I sing the psalm they are sing­ing there.

Can my lips be mute

or my heart be sad

When the gra­cious Mas­ter hath made me glad?

When He points where the ma­ny man­sions be

And sweet­ly says

There is one for thee?

I shall catch the gleam of its jas­per wall

When I come to the gloom of the ev­en fall

For I know that the sha­dows

drea­ry and dim

Have a path of light that will lead to Him.