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Arranged by Henri Vasouver. Louisville: G. W. Brainaird & Co., 1852. Oh, Tom, I've seen those spirits bright, How glorious they appear; They come around my bed at night, I love to have them near, For then I see into the skies, Where all is bright and fair, And Oh, no tears can dim the eyes Of those who dwell up there! And when in grief I fall asleep, Those shining ones are near, And whisper, Eva, do not weep, We'll wipe away each tear, And then they sing of heav'nly love, 'Till I forget all care; They tell me I've a home above, And soon they'll take me there! E'en now, dear Tom, they round me throng, In spotless robes of white, I hear again their heav'nly song, And Oh, what strange delight! Now, how they beckon with their hands, And point where all is fair, Oh, how I long to join their bands, And, Tom, I'm going there! A slumber soft as Angels know, On Eva's spirit lies, And dreams too bright for sight below, Dwell on her raptur'd eyes, She murmurs, "all are rob'd in white, And conquering palms they bear." In that sweet land there is no night, And I am going there! I see a band of spirits bright, That taste the glories there, They all are robed in spotless white, And conquering palms they bear." "Uncle Tom, I've seen them, said Eva. They come to me sometimes in my sleep, those spirits and Eva's eyes grew dreamy, and she hummed in a low voice, They all are robed in spotless white, And conquering palms they bear, Uncle Tom, said Eva, I'm going there." |
PERFORMED BY GLIMPSE OF GLORY SOLO VOCAL: Constance Harrington PIANO: Lynne Mackey Recorded by Bill Dudley Produced by Bill Wellington Harrisonburg, Virginia Audio encoding at the Digital Media Lab, Clemons Library, University of Virginia Johns Hopkins University |