As I labor for Jesus in His vineyard below,
Growing weary, my footsteps are so feeble, and slow;
But the echoes from Heaven come to comfort me then,
And I’m longing to hear those heav’nly echoes again.
Oh! the echo from Heaven reaches me,
Oh! the angels’ sweet voices are so pleasing to me.
I will labor for Jesus and the glory of men,
While the echoes from Heaven doth my pathway attend.
I am nearing fair Canaan as I journey each day,
There no treasures so precious that could tempt me to stay;
For my spirit is longing for the mansions on high,
And the echoes are calling me from over the sky.
When I enter the pearly gates all shining with gold,
And I’m viewing Heav’n’s beauties that have never been told,
I’ll be longing for Jesus and to kneel at His feet,
While the voices of angels echo ’round me so sweet.