NOT HALF HAS EVER BEEN TOLD

 

Iíve read of a beautiful city

Far away in the kingdom of God;

Iíve read how its walls are of Jasper,

How the streets are all golden and broad.

In the midst of the street is lifeís river,

Clear as crystal and pure to behold,

But not half of that cityís bright glory

To mortals has ever been told.

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Iíve read of bright mansions in heaven

Which the Savior has gone to prepare;

And the saints who on earth have been faithful

Rest forever with Christ over there.

There no sin ever enters, nor sorrow,

The inhabitants never grow old,

But not half of the wonderful story

To mortals has ever been told.

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Iíve read of white robes for the righteous,

Of bright crowns which the glorified wear;

When the Father shall bid them "Come enter,

And my glory eternally share."

How the righteous are evermore blessed

As they walk the streets of pure gold;

But not half of the wonderful story

To mortals has ever been told.

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Iíve read of a Christ so forgiving

That vile sinners may ask and receive

Peace and pardon for every transgression

If when asking; they only believe.

Iíve read how Heíll guide and protect us

If for safety we enter His fold,

But not half of His goodness and mercy

To mortals has ever been told.

Words: Jonathan B. Atchinson, circa 1874.

Music: O. F. Presbrey 

My grandmother used to sing this song when she took down her accordion. It's to the tune of an old Irish folk song, Rosin The Bow