Show UPWARD Upward where the stars are burning Silent silent in their turning Round the neverchanging pole Upward where the sky is brightest Upward where the blue is lightest Lift I now my longing soul Far above that arch of gladness Far beyond these clouds of sadness Are the many mansions fair Far from pain and sin and folly In that palace of the holy I would find my mansion there Where the glory brightly dwelleth Where the new song sweetly swelleth And the discord never comes Where lifes stream is ever laving And the palm is ever waving That must be the home of homes Blessings honor without measure Heavenly riches earthly treasure Lay me at Tils blessed feet Poor the praise that now we render Loud shall be our voices yonder When before his throne we meet By Herbert Marsh Crommelto Council Bluffs Iowa |