How
glorious are the songs of love
In
heaven where salvation springs!
The
Lord shall call the roll above
Of
harpists as the choir sings.
The
triumph of the battle song
Shall
be attributed, of course,
To
Christ our Savior all day long,
And
not the battle-ready horse.
The
song they sing is of the Lamb
From
hearts that overflow with praise.
How
wondrous is the great I Am!
How
just and true are all His ways!
O
Lord, as harps in heaven play
With
multitudes who gladly sing,
We
join their songs of praise today
To
say "We love You, Christ our King!"
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