Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # When The Harping Seraphim 1. When the harping Seraphim Sang Creation's mattin hymn, Ere this world grew cold and dim, All was holy, good, and fair; Angel wings were in the air, And the voice of God was there. 2. Oftentimes a dream will rise, In the light of summer skies, Of man's forfeit Paradise: Fondly, vainly, we retrace All the glory and the grace Of that long-lost dwelling-place. 3. Bitter, hitter was the shoot, Deadly, deadly was the fruit Of the fatal knowledge-root: When the serpent, preaching sin, Dared his subtil way to win Eva's wayward heart within. 4. Then our Eden was o'erthrown: Man was driven forth alone, In the world to toil and groan: Weary heart and aching brow Stubborn earth to dig and plow, This must he his portion now. 5. But the heaven-horn light of faith Shines upon the couch of death, Soothes and cheers the failing breath: One there is who opens wide Eden's portal long denied, Christ, our Saviour and our guide. 6. Life has sorrow, death has fear; But the Son of God is near, Pointing to a happier sphere: Where, their toils and trials o'er, Souls, by him redeem'd, adore God their Saviour evermore. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #