Beautiful the fields beyond the river ! Glorious the thousands gathered there ! But who in heaven, so full of grace and glory â Who with Him, our Saviour, can compare ? . . .
Oh, He is the chief among ten thou - - - sand ! . . . Roll His praise in joyful waves along ! . . . For " altogether, altogether love ly 1 " Shall for ever be our happy song ! . . .
2. 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 ? . . .
3. Altogether, altogether lovely ! Hear His voice â how tender still the call : Come, come, ye weary ones and heavy-laden, Come to Me, and let your burdens fall ! " . . .