22338. THE CHOIRS OF HEAVEN

The choirs of heaven are singing us home, as angelic harmonies ring. The Lamb on Mount Zion awaits all His own. We'll know the words when we join in and sing. The choirs of heaven are singing us home. We live in this world with its sorrow and grief, praying to God for peace and relief. We know at the end of our brief mortal years, the choirs of heaven will soothe all our tears.

The choirs of heaven are singing us home, as angelic harmonies ring. The Lamb on Mount Zion awaits all His own. We'll know the words when we join in and sing. The choirs of heaven are singing us home. O how many angelic voices are there, sounding their anthems, nothing compares. With all the redeemed who have gone on before, the choirs of heaven are praising the Lord.

The choirs of heaven are singing us home, as angelic harmonies ring. The Lamb on Mount Zion awaits all His own. We'll know the words when we join in and sing. The choirs of heaven are singing us home. In heaven we're praising with saints glorified, blending with angels, God magnified. We raise with the choirs of heaven above those infinite hymns of our Father's love.  The choirs of heaven are singing us home, as angelic harmonies ring. The Lamb on Mount Zion awaits all His own. We'll know the words when we join in and sing. The choirs of heaven are singing us home.