There’s a song that God is writing on the staff for you and me,
And its melody is sweeter than the songs of earth could be;
For the major and the minor of this song of life sublime
Bring us nearer home to Heaven—when God beats time….

There are “holds” and “rests” before us, and to pause it may be hard,
But we find a hidden meaning when we come to God’s retard”;
He alone can give expression, make the song of life sublime,
If we only mind the pauses—when God beats time.

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