Classic Poem

To Him alone they sing;
Him , as their Lord and King,
With shouts of holy joy, they own;
And oh! how oft they long
To join the heav'nly song,
And cast their crowns before his throne.

The souls that taste his grace
Desire to see his face,
In whom they see their sins forgiv'n;
With Jesus they would dwell,
Who saves their souls from hell,
And marks with blood their path to heaven.

He calls them to the skies,
He says, " My love, arise,
" Make haste, and leave the world behind."
When once they hear his voice,
They tremble and rejoice,
Astonish'd that he speaks so kind!

Tir'd of the world and sin,
Their journey they begin,
And every let and hind'rance fear;
To heaven, without delay,
They fain would wing their way,
Because no sin or sorrow's there.