The Eden of Love
How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me,
In yon blissful region, the haven of rest,
Where glorified spirits with welcome shall greet me,
And lead me to mansions prepared for the blest;
Encircled in light, and with glory enshrouded
My happiness perfect, my mind’s sky unclouded,
I’ll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded,
And range with delight through the Eden of Love.
While angelic legions with harps tuned celestial
Harmoniously join in the concert of praise;
The saints, as they flock from the regions terrestrial,
In loud Hallelujahs their voices will raise;
Then songs to the Lamb shall re-echo through heaven,
My soul will respond, to Immanuel be given,
All glory, all honor, all might and dominion,
Who brought us through grace to the Eden of Love.
Then hail, blessed state! hail ye songsters of glory!
Ye harpers of bliss, soon I’ll meet you above!
And join your full choir in rehearsing the story,
“Salvation from sorrow, through Jesus’ love”;
Though imprisoned in earth, yet by anticipation,
Already my soul feels a sweet pre-libation
Of joys that await me when freed from probation,
My heart’s now in heaven, the Eden of Love.
Song written by W.C. Tillou. There is little data on Tillou, except that his hymn was in publication by 1831.
This song is included in the little black hymn book that was used at my Grandma’s funeral. The same hymn book I used for church all my life as a child and young adult. This was always one of my favorite songs.
Have a Blessed Sunday.