1. Music In Heaven 1-3 There is music in heaven o’er the saved ones of earth, From the Bible the story sweet is known; When the wand’rer, repenting, makes the Savior his choice, When the Shepherd brings home His own! There is music, sweet music, up to heaven we know, O what int’rest for erring mortals shown! Holy angels rejoicing in the presence of God; When the Shepherd brings home His own. There is music in heaven o’er the saved ones of earth, From the Bible the story sweet is known; When the wand’rer, repenting, makes the Savior his choice, When the Shepherd brings home His own! There is music, sweet music, up to heaven we know, O what int’rest for erring mortals shown! Holy angels rejoicing in the presence of God; When the Shepherd brings home His own. Words by Mrs. J. M. Hunter / Music by T. B. Mosley

2. Music In Heaven 2-3 In the desert, ‘mid danger, strays the poor wayward sheep; Lo! the tempest is gath’ring, hear it moan! But a kind eye is watching, and a voice calls in love, See the Shepherd brings home His own! There is music, sweet music, up to heaven we know, O what int’rest for erring mortals shown! Holy angels rejoicing in the presence of God; When the Shepherd brings home His own. In the desert, ‘mid danger, strays the poor wayward sheep; Lo! the tempest is gath’ring, hear it moan! But a kind eye is watching, and a voice calls in love, See the Shepherd brings home His own! There is music, sweet music, up to heaven we know, O what int’rest for erring mortals shown! Holy angels rejoicing in the presence of God; When the Shepherd brings home His own.

3. Music In Heaven 3-3 Sinner, can you, rebellious, wander longer away? Jesus for your transgressions, did atone; Spotless angels are waiting, O how gladly they’ll sing, When the Shepherd brings home His own! There is music, sweet music, up to heaven we know, O what int’rest for erring mortals shown! Holy angels rejoicing in the presence of God; When the Shepherd brings home His own. Sinner, can you, rebellious, wander longer away? Jesus for your transgressions, did atone; Spotless angels are waiting, O how gladly they’ll sing, When the Shepherd brings home His own! There is music, sweet music, up to heaven we know, O what int’rest for erring mortals shown! Holy angels rejoicing in the presence of God; When the Shepherd brings home His own.