Rebecca Writes - Rebecca Writes

Hark! I hear the harps eternal ringing on the farther shore,
As I near those swollen waters with their deep and solemn roar.

Refrain
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah praise the lamb
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, glory to the great I am

And my soul, though stained with sorrow, fading as the light of day,
Passes swiftly o’er those waters, to the city far away.

Some have crossed before me, saintly, to that land of perfect rest;
And I hear them singing faintly in the mansions of the blest.

Mighty Jesus, bear us over, these to kneel before Thy throne.
May we join the saints forever praising Thee, and Thee alone.

—F. R. Warren