|Location in The Sacred Harp|
How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me,
In yon blissful region, the haven of rest,
Where glorified spirits with welcome shall greet me,
And lead me to mansions prepared for the blest;
Encircled in light, and with glory enshrouded,
My happiness perfect, my mindís sky unclouded,
Iíll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded,
And range with delight in the Eden of Love.
Eden of Love 39, Stanza 1
While angelic legions, with harps tuned celestial,
Harmoniously join in the concert of praise,
The saints, as they flock from the regions terrestrial,
In loud hallelujahs their voices will raise:
Then songs to the Lamb shall re-echo through heaven,
My soul will respond, To Immanuel be given
All glory, all honor, all might and dominion,
Who brought us through grace to the Eden of Love.
Eden of Love 39, Stanza 2
Then hail, blessed state! Hail, ye songsters of glory!
Ye harpers of bliss, soon Iíll meet you above!
And join your full choir in rehearsing the story,
ďSalvation from sorrow, through Jesusí love:Ē
Though íprisoníd in earth, yet by anticipation,
Already my soul feels a sweet prelibation,
Of joys that await me, when freed from probation:
My heartís now in Heaven, the Eden of Love.
Eden of Love 39, Stanza 3