S.M. sung to Festal Song 1 THE Lord Himself shall come And shout a quickening word; Thousands shall answer from the tomb; "For ever with the Lord". 2 Then as we upward fly, That resurrection-word Shall be our shout of victory: "For ever with the Lord". 3 How shall we meet those eyes? Ours on Himself we'll cast, And own ourselves the Saviour's prize, Mercy from first to last. 4 There with unwearied gaze Our eyes on Him we'll rest, And satisfy with endless praise Our hearts supremely blest. 5 Knowing as we are known, How shall we love that word! How oft repeat before the throne, "For ever with the Lord!" 6 That resurrection-word, That shout of victory! Once more "For ever with the Lord," Amen, so let it be. | Alternative tunes (S.M.) |