G. F. Root

P.M.

BEAUTIFUL the fields beyond the river!

Glorious the thousands gathered there!

But who in heaven, so full of grace and glory―

Who with Him, our Saviour, can compare?

Oh, He is the chief among ten thousand!

Roll His praise in joyful waves along!

For “altogether, altogether lovely!”

Shall forever be our happy song!

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“Altogether, altogether lovely!”

He is calling tenderly to thee;

My soul, why not accept His great salvation

Offered now so rich, so full, so free?

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“Altogether, altogether lovely!”

Hear His voice―how tender still the call:

“Come, come, ye weary ones and heavy laden,

Come to Me, and let your burdens fall!”