|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
When we hear the music ringing
Thru the bright celestial dome,
When the angel voices singing,
Gladly bid us welcome home.
To that land of ancient story,
Where the spirit knows no care;
In that land of light and glory,
Shall we know each other there?
When we hear the music ringing, Stanza 1
Shall we know each other?
We shall know each other,
We shall see each other there.
O! Ye weary, heavy laden,
Droop not, faint not by the way,
Ye shall join the loved departed
In the land of perfect day.
Harp strings touched by angel fingers
Murmur in my raptured ear;
Evermore their sweet tone lingers,
We shall know each other there.
When we hear the music ringing, Stanza 4