Radiant wings and white stoles gleaming
Up the steps of glory streaming;
Where the heavenly bells are ringing;
“Holy! holy! holy!” singing
To the mighty Trinity!
“Holy! holy! holy!” crying,
For all earthly care and sighing
In that city cease to be!
These lines are not in the hymnals of today—and whether they ever found their way into choral use in ancient times we are not told. Worse poetry has been sung—and more un-hymnlike. Some future composer will make a tune to the words of a Christian who stood almost in sight of his hundredth year—and of the eternal home he writes about.
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