So reverently he treads
This home where heaven is,
That you the steps might hear
Of the very angels near,
Almost as soon as his,
This home where heaven is,
That you the steps might hear
Of the very angels near,
Almost as soon as his,
Pure breathing of a soul
Whose depths we only guess,
Since unto it was given
To know so much of heaven,
So much he could express!
Whose depths we only guess,
Since unto it was given
To know so much of heaven,
So much he could express!