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Angels of light, Sing-ing to wel-come the pil-grims of the night! A-MEN.

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2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;"
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the gospel leads us home.
Angels of Jesus, etc.

3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea;
And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.
Angels of Jesus, etc.

4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary,
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;
Faith's journeys end in welcomes to the weary,

And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.
Angels of Jesus, etc.

5 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping;
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above,
Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping,
And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.
Angels of Jesus, etc.

Rev. Frederick W. Faber, 1854: verse 4, line 3; verse 5, lines 3, 4, alt.
Rev. John B. Dykes, 1868


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2 All the walls of that dear city
Are of bright and burnished gold;
It is matchless in its beauty,
And its treasures are untold.
O that I had wings, etc.

3 From the throne a river issues,
Clear as crystal, passing bright,
And it traverses the city

Like a sudden beam of light.
O that I had wings, etc.

4 There the meadows green and dewy
Shine with lilies wondrous fair;
Thousand, thousand are the colors
Of the waving flowers there.
O that I had wings, etc.

5 There the wind is sweetly fragrant,
And is laden with the song
Of the seraphs, and the elders,
And the great redeemèd throng.
O that I had wings, etc.

6 0 I would my ears were open
Here to catch that happy strain!
OI would my eyes some vision
Of that Eden could attain!

O that I had wings, etc.

Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould, 1865



Rev. Edward C. Walker, 1876

1 There is a land of pure de light, Where saints im mor

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fi- nite day ex- cludes the night, And pleasures ban - ish pain.

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2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea;

And linger, shivering, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 5 O could we make our doubts remove.

Stand dressed in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes;

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.


Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707

John H. Gower, 1890

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Infinite day ex- cludes the night, And pleas-ures ban - ish pain. A-MEN.

Copyright by JOHN H. GOWER

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O how glo-rious are the praises Which of thee the proph-ets sing!


(See also REGENT SQUARE, No. 302)

2 There for ever and for ever
Alleluia is outpoured;
For unending, for unbroken,
Is the feast-day of the Lord;
All is pure, and all is holy

That within thy walls is stored.

3 There no cloud or passing vapor
Dims the brightness of the air;
Endless noonday, glorious noonday,
From the Sun of suns is there;
There no night brings rest from labor,
There unknown are toil and care.

4 O how glorious and resplendent,
Fragile body, shalt thou be,
When endued with so much beauty,
Full of health, and strong, and free,
Full of vigor, full of pleasure
That shall last eternally!

5 Now with gladness, now with courage,
Bear the burden on thee laid,

That hereafter these thy labors
May with endless gifts be paid,

And in everlasting glory

Thou with joy may'st be arrayed.

Anon. (Latin, 15th cent.) Trans. by Rev. John M. Neale, 1854: verse 1, line 2, alt.

The following Hymns are also suitable :

13 The radiant morn hath passed away. 57 Upward where the stars are burning. 261 Ten thousand times ten thousand. 427 Who are these like stars appearing. 429 Hark! the sound of holy voices. 430 Give me the wings of faith to rise.

443 When this passing world is done.
584 Those eternal bowers.

590 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings.
594 Forward! be our watchword.

613 The roseate hues of early dawn.

619 The saints of God! Their conflict past.

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