Classic Poem

With songs and everlasting joy
Upon their sacred head,
Worship and praise their souls employ,
And sin and wrath are fled.

They're gone above, where Jesus is,
To speak his mighty fame,
And momently renew their bliss
And shout the Saviour's name.

They're filled with zeal, and fir'd with love,
And wing their way to God,
And thus all happy, all above,
By virtue of Christ's blood.

They travel o'er the heavenly plains,
A wondering as they go,
And each receive[s] immortal gains
Far from the world of woe.

The music loud, the heavens ring,
While Gabriel strikes his chord,
And little infants sweetly sing
Hosannas to the Lord.

Awake, arise, shake off your fears,
In sweeter thoughts recount
What the bold Seraph hourly hears
On Zion's awful mount.

He soars aloft in endless seas
And flies in bliss away
In total labyrinths of peace
And floods of endless day.

Rouse then, thou sleepy, earthly soul,
And stretch your pinions high;
Rejoice to hear your minutes roll,
Then you will love to die.