Far off from the gates of gold—
Away on the mountains wild and bare
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.”
Joy beamed on the countenance of Mrs. Moody as she led the singers on the historic little organ; and the song continued through the lines:
“But all through the mountains, thunder-riven,
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a glad cry to the gate of heaven.”
The conductor at this point gave a signal to the enraptured audience, and everybody joined the special singers in the triumphant lines:
“‘Rejoice! I have found my sheep!’
And the angels echoed around the throne,