When All God's Singers Get Home
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What a song of delight
In that city so bright
Will be lifted 'neath Heaven's fair dome
How the ransomed will raise
Happy songs in His praise
When all of God's singers get home
When all of God's singers get home
When every sorrow will fly
There'll be no place like Heaven, my home
When all of God's singers get home
I like to think that before time began
Before the world was created or galaxies flung into space
There was God and He was singing a song
The music was so beautiful that it had to be heard
So God created
And down through the ages He's always had His singers
Who picked up fragments of the melody
Hummed bits of harmony
Wrote phrases of poetry or danced short movements
But no one has ever heard the whole song
Since that day God sang it alone
One of these days He will gather all His children home
And one by one the singers of all the ages
Will lift up their voices and fill in the parts life taught to them
At last we'll hear love's sweet song
As it was first conceived in the heart of the great songwriter Himself
And it will be perfect
What music there will be when all God's singers get home
As we sing here on earth
Songs of sadness or mirth
'Tis a foretaste of rapture to come
But our song can't compare
With the glory we'll share
When all of God's singers get home
When all of God's singers get home
When every sorrow will fly
There'll be no place like Heaven, my home
When all of God's singers get home
When all of God's singers get home
When every sorrow will fly
There'll be no place like Heaven, my home
When all of God's singers get home
When all of God's singers get home
When all of God's singers get home