Oliver Holden - Mountain - текст песни (слова)

Pleased with the news, the saints below,
 In songs their tongues employ;
 Beyond the skies the tidings go,
 And heaven is filled with joy.
 
 Well-pleased the Father sees and hears
 The conscious sinner weep;
 Jesus receives him in his arms,
 And owns him for his sheep.
 
 Nor angels can their joys contain,
 But kindle with new fire:
 "A wandering sheep's returned," they sing,
 And strike the sounding lyre.