When strangers stand and hear me tell
1
When strangers stand and hear me tell
What beauties in my Saviour dwell,
Where he is gone they fain would know,
That they may seek and love him too.
2
O may my spirit daily rise
On wings of faith above the skies,
Till I shall make my last remove,
To dwell forever with my love.
3
In Paradise, within the gates,
A higher entertainment waits,—
Fruits new and old laid up in store,
There we shall hunger nevermore.