What hea­ven­ly mu­sic steals ov­er the sea!
Entrancing the sens­es like sweet me­lo­dy!
’Tis the voice of the an­gels, borne soft on the air;
For me they are sing­ing; their wel­come I hear.

On 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 I’ll brave;
For that hea­ven­ly music hath ra­vished me so,
I must join in that chor­us! I’ll go! Let me go.