Hark, Ten Thousand Harps And Voices!

Oh, strong and sweet these tones that seek the sky!
Oh, sweet and strong the praises that I hear!
When all hearts thrill, as one, with love and fear,
And all these voices, as with one voice, cry;
And Fear says, " Tremble, for God's throne is high; "
And Love says, " Trust, because His heart is near,
And all ye children to His heart are dear,
And God is love, and shall in love reply. "

And then the music soars, as if on wings,
And echoes fond the ecstasy prolong,
Till waiting choirs of angels catch the song,
And they in heaven and we on earth unite
To sing His praise, and glorify His might,
Till unto God who hears His whole world sings.
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