| Song | At Last We Are |
| Artist | Glass hammer |
| Album | If |
| Came a sound, from the stillness as the morning woke | |
| Sweetly he sang, yet urgent | |
| I heard his song stronger as the dawn was breaking | |
| There through the mist on eastern hill | |
| So I climbed on | |
| I know I’ve heard that voice | |
| Born upon winds from Eden | |
| I will follow him till heart’s rest | |
| Till at last my journey’s ended | |
| Sing to me a star | |
| Set it in yonder sky | |
| Shining, and guiding me | |
| For I’ve lost my way before | |
| There in the mist on eastern hill | |
| For I would | |
| Climb to the sun and then beyond to | |
| Hear what you might sing | |
| Such was the power of your voice | |
| Oh, that I might hear more | |
| Now it fell upon a summer night | |
| Climbing up the fells in the lingering light | |
| Glimmering yet faint through the gathering mist | |
| Holding forth promises | |
| Brilliantly climbing the sky | |
| Find the singer, chasing starlight | |
| Racing moon beams, onward I climb | |
| He will show me the way | |
| When I draw close he’ll be waiting there | |
| Father of my soul in the morning fair | |
| Then I recall He has never been | |
| Far from my side | |
| Leading me, cheering me | |
| Feeding me, guiding me home | |
| Where I will see familiar faces | |
| And as children who once were lost | |
| Found, at last we are | |
| And free to run and gather ‘round | |
| A shining King, who laughing | |
| Welcomed us home at last | |
| For at last we are | |
| And dancing ‘round our Father | |
| Who wipes away all tears | |
| Welcomes us home at last | |
| Welcomes us home at last |
| Came a sound, from the stillness as the morning woke | |
| Sweetly he sang, yet urgent | |
| I heard his song stronger as the dawn was breaking | |
| There through the mist on eastern hill | |
| So I climbed on | |
| I know I' ve heard that voice | |
| Born upon winds from Eden | |
| I will follow him till heart' s rest | |
| Till at last my journey' s ended | |
| Sing to me a star | |
| Set it in yonder sky | |
| Shining, and guiding me | |
| For I' ve lost my way before | |
| There in the mist on eastern hill | |
| For I would | |
| Climb to the sun and then beyond to | |
| Hear what you might sing | |
| Such was the power of your voice | |
| Oh, that I might hear more | |
| Now it fell upon a summer night | |
| Climbing up the fells in the lingering light | |
| Glimmering yet faint through the gathering mist | |
| Holding forth promises | |
| Brilliantly climbing the sky | |
| Find the singer, chasing starlight | |
| Racing moon beams, onward I climb | |
| He will show me the way | |
| When I draw close he' ll be waiting there | |
| Father of my soul in the morning fair | |
| Then I recall He has never been | |
| Far from my side | |
| Leading me, cheering me | |
| Feeding me, guiding me home | |
| Where I will see familiar faces | |
| And as children who once were lost | |
| Found, at last we are | |
| And free to run and gather ' round | |
| A shining King, who laughing | |
| Welcomed us home at last | |
| For at last we are | |
| And dancing ' round our Father | |
| Who wipes away all tears | |
| Welcomes us home at last | |
| Welcomes us home at last |