1 I see the shining domes afar,
I hear the ransomed singing;
Above the jarring notes of earth
Their golden harps are ringing.

Chorus:
Sing on, sing on, ye ransomed throng,
Ye starry host, before Him!
Cast down your crowns at Jesus’ feet!
Let all the heav’ns adore Him.

2 Beyond the ever silent stars,
Beyond death’s dark, deep river,
There is a house not built with hands,
Where we shall rest forever. [Chorus]

3 I long to join that ransomed throng,
Their bliss and glory sharing,
The Saviour’s seal upon my brow,
His robes of beauty wearing. [Chorus]

4 Yes, whom the Lord hath lov’d and own’d,
Your sweetest anthems bringing,
Come join the glad, immortal song
The hosts of heav’n are singing. [Chorus]