Fields of Glory
So beautiful the wordless entries in my mind.
Melodies spoken, recorded indeed
From the very beginning of time.
Looking out from the mountain tops
His Glory Divine
Worship The King for you and for mine.
Struggles below seeking comfort and joy
Efforts put forth to manhood from boy.
Seek ye now the Kingdom of God
Run along now old soldier
Run from the fields, fields of blood
Where you had trod.
Leaving no sign of the ghosts that are past
Seeking the solicitude, now and forever
The end of fighting at last.
Glory Glory Hallelujah you cry
The suffering has ended
It’s done where you lie.
Lift up your head oh creatures large and small
To welcome The King, yes The King
The King of us all.
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