His Voice As the Sound

His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanan bow at His feet,
The air is perfumed with His breath.
His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,
That waters the garden of grace,
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smile of His face.
Love sits in His eyelids and scatters delight
Through all the bright regions on high,
Their faces the Cherubim veil in His sight,
And tremble with fullness of joy.
He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for His word,
He speaks, and eternity filled with His voice,
Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.
He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for His word,
He speaks, and eternity filled with His voice,
Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.
Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.