Chapter LVII: Endless Praise

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,