[Music]
Farewell, vain world, I'm going home,
To play on the golden harp;
My Savior smiles and bids me come,
To play on the golden harp.
_Chorus_
I want to be where Jesus is,
To play on the golden harp.
To play on the golden harp,
To play on the golden harp;
I want to be where Jesus is,
To play on the golden harp.
Sweet angels beckon me away
To sing God's praise in endless day.
I'm glad that I am born to die,
From grief and woe my soul shall fly.
Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to New Jerusalem.
I'll praise my Master while I've breath,
I hope to praise him after death.
I hope to praise him when I die,
And shout salvation as I fly.
I soon shall pass this vale of death,
And in his arms I'll lose my breath.
And then my happy soul shall tell
My Jesus hath done all things well.
Recorded in 1869 for the edition of the _Sacred Harp_ which appeared
in that year. The tune stems from some variants of 'Come all ye
Faithful Christians', cf. JFSS, ii., 115ff.
No. 153
I CAN'T STAY AWAY, CSH 95