First Line: Beautiful the fields beyond the river !

Beautiful the fields beyond the river !
Glorious the thousands gathered there !
But who in heaven, so full of grace and glory —
Who with Him, our Saviour, can compare ? . . .

Oh, He is the chief among ten thou - - - sand ! . . .
Roll His praise in joyful waves along ! . . .
For altogether, altogether love ly 1
Shall for ever be our happy song ! . . .

2 Altogether, altogether lovely !
He is calling tenderly to thee;
My soul, why not accept His great salvation,
Offered now so rich, so full, so free ? . . .

3 Altogether, altogether lovely !
Hear His voice — how tender still the call :
Come, come, ye weary ones and heavy-laden,
Come to Me, and let your burdens fall ! . . .