Gabriel's Harp

What sound is this salutes my ear?'Tis Gabriel's trump methinks I hear;The expected day is come!Behold, the heavens, the earth, the seaProclaim the year of Jubilee!Return ye exiles, home.

Behold, the fair Jerusalem,Illuminated by the Lamb,In glory doth appear!Fair Zion, rising from the tombsTo meet the Bridegroom; lo! he comes,And hails the festive year.

My soul is striving to be there;O could I rise and wing the air,And trace the heavenly road,Adieu, adieu, all earthly things!O that I had an angel's wings,I'd quickly see my God.

Fly, lingering moments fly, O fly!I thirst, I pant, I long to try,Angelic joys to prove.Soon shall I quit this house of clay,Clap my glad wings and soar away,And shout redeeming love.