To the fair shores of Eden,
My soul longs to fly;
And to drink from the fountain
That never runs dry;
Where the angles are singing
The same precious story;
That will ever resound
Through the bright hills of glory
Chorus:
O take me my Saviour,
To join the happy song,
In the bright hills of glory,
Where the angels belong,
O take me my Saviour,
To join the happy song,
In the bright hills of glory,
Where the angels belong. |