The New Song (Bonar)

Beyond the hills where suns go down

And bright­ly beck­on as they go;

I see the land of far re­nown

The land which I so soon shall know.

Above the dis­so­nance of time

And dis­cord of its an­gry words

I hear the ev­er­last­ing chime

The mu­sic of un­jar­ring chords.

I bid it wel­come; and my haste

To join it can­not brook de­lay;

O song of morn­ing

come at last

And ye who sing it

come away!

O song of light

and dawn

and bliss

Sound ov­er earth

and fill these skies

Nor ev­er

ev­er

ev­er cease

Thy soul en­tranc­ing me­lo­dies.

Glad song of this dis­bur­dened earth

Which ho­ly voic­es then shall sing;

Praise for cre­ation’s se­cond birth

And glo­ry to cre­ation’s king!