As I la­bor for Je­sus
In His vine­yard be­low,
Growing wea­ry, my foot­steps
Are so fee­ble, and slow;
But the ech­oes from Hea­ven
Come to com­fort me then,
And I’m long­ing to hear
Those heav’n­ly ech­oes again.

Refrain

Oh! the echo from Hea­ven reach­es me,
Oh! the an­gels’ sweet voices
Are so pleas­ing to me.
I will la­bor for Je­sus
And the glo­ry of men,
While the echo­es from Hea­ven
Doth my path­way at­tend.

I am near­ing fair Ca­naan
As I jour­ney each day,
There no trea­sures so pre­cious
That could tempt me to stay;
For my spi­rit is long­ing
For the man­sions on high,
And the ech­oes are call­ing
Me from ov­er the sky.

Refrain

When I en­ter the pear­ly gates
All shin­ing with gold,
And I’m view­ing Heav’n’s beau­ties
That have ne­ver been told,
I’ll be long­ing for Je­sus
And to kneel at His feet,
While the voic­es of an­gels
Echo ’round me so sweet.

Refrain