But begun will be the singing

Unto Jesus round His throne,

By the saved when tardy ages

With their songs and joys are flown:

And for ever,

Shall the golden harps resound.

There shall I rehearse the story,

How a weakling faint and worn,

Was o’er rocks and through deep waters,

To eternal glory borne:

Jesus wholly,

Shall absorb the songs of heaven,