What heavenly music steals over the sea!
Entrancing the senses like sweet melody!
íTis the voice of the angels, borne soft on the air;
For me they are singing; their welcome I hear.
the banks of old Jordan, here gazing I stand,
And earnestly longing, I stretch forth my hand;
Send a convoy of angels, dear Jesus, I pray!
Let me join that sweet music; come, take me away.
Though dark are the waters and rough is the wave,
If Jesus permit, the wild surges Iíll brave;
For that heavenly music hath ravished me so,
I must join in that chorus! Iíll go! let me go.