Dechreu canu, dechreu canmol 8,7,8,7,4,7 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, |