There is singing up in the heaven such as we have never known,
Where the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne;
Their sweet harps are ever tuneful and their voices always clear,
O that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here!
But I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong,
“Unto Him who hath redeemed us and hath bought us,” is the song;
We have come thro’ tribulations to this land so fair and bright,
In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white.
Then the angels stand and listen for they cannot join that song,
Like the sound of many waters, by that happy, blood washed throng;
For they sing about great trials, battles fought and vict’ries won,
And they praise their great Reddemer, who hath said to them,
So, although I’m not an angel, yet I know that over there
I will join a blessed chorus that the angel cannot share;
I will sing about my Savior, who upon dark Calvary
Freely pardoned my transgressions, died to set a sinner free