CHORUS

Angels of Jesus, angels of light,

Singing to we.come the pilgrims of the night. 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.

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, King Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee. 4. Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary.

The day must dawn and darksome night be past.

All journeys end in welcomes to the weary,

And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.

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JESUS, THE GLORY OF THE

HOLY ANGELS

JESUS, the Glory of the Holy Angels,

Thou Who hast made us, Thou Who o'er us rulest,
Grant, of Thy Mercy, unto us Thy servants
Steps up to Heaven. : ||

2. Let Thy Archangel Michael be our succor;
Peace-maker blessed, may he banish from us
Striving and hatred, so that for the peaceful
: All things may prosper. :||

3. Send Thy Archangel Gabriel the mighty; Herald of Heaven may he from us mortals Spurn the old serpent, watching o'er the temples : Where Thou art worshipped. : []

4. Send Thy Archangel Raphael, restorer

Of the misguided ways of men who wander, Who at Thy bidding strengthens soul and body : With Thine anointing. :||

5. May the blest Mother of our God and Saviour, May the assembly of the Saints in glory, May the celestial Companies of Angels

: Ever assist us. :||

6. Father Almighty, Son and Holy Spirit,
God ever blessed, Thou be our preserver;
Thine is the glory which the Angels worship,
|| Veiling their faces. :||

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O GOD HOW OUGHT MY

GRATEFUL HEART

GOD! how ought my grateful heart
To praise Thy bounteous hand,
Who sendst Thy angel from above,
To be my guide and friend.
My soul is surely something great.
Meant for eternity,

That Angels thus should be employed
In watching over me.

2. Dear Angel, may my ev'ry thought,
From morn till close of day,
May every action, ev'ry word,
My love to Him display.

That thus, celestial friend, with thee,

And by thy constant care,

May the world's corruption flee.

And heav'nly blessings share.

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General

YES, HEAVEN IS THE PRIZE!

YES, heaven is the prize!

My soul shall strive to gain:
One glimpse of paradise
Repays a life of pain.

CHORUS

'Tis heaven! yes, heaven!
Yes, heaven is the prize!
'Tis heaven! yes, heaven!
Yes, heaven is the prize.

2. Yes, heaven is the prize!

When sorrow press around,
Look up beyond the skies,

Where hope and strength are found.

3. Yes, heaven is the prize!

Oh! 'tis not hard to gain:
He surely wins who tries,
For hope can conquer pain.

4. Yes, heaven is the prize!
Death opens wide the door.
And then the spirit flies
To God for evermore.

FOR THEE, O DEAR, DEAR
COUNTRY

FOR

'OR thee, O dear, dear country,
Mine eyes their vigil keep;
For very love beholding

Thy holy name, they weep.
The mention of thy glory

Is unction to the breast,
And medicine in sickness,
And love and life and rest.

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2. O one, O only mansion!
O Paradise of Joy!

Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;
Thy loveliness oppresses

All human thought and heart,
And none, O Peace, O Sion,
Can sing thee as thou art.

3. With jasper glow thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with emeralds blaze;
The sardius and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays;
Thine ageless walls are studded
With amethyst unpriced;
The saints build up thy fabric,
The corner stone is Christ.

4. The Cross is all thy splendour,
The Crucified thy praise;
His land and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise,
Upon the Rock of Ages

They build thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,

And thine the golden dower.

5. O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect!

A sweet and blessed country,

That eager hearts expect.
Jesus, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;

Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.

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JERUSALEM THE GOLDEN!

ERUSALEM the Golden!

JERU

With milk and honey blest;
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest.
I know not, O, I know not
What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,

What bliss beyond compare.

2. They stand, those hills of Sion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many angels,
And all the martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene;
What pastures of the blessed

Are decked in glorious sheen.

3. There is the throne of David;
And there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast.
And they who, with their leader,
Have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever

Are clad in robes of white.

4. O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country,

That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit ever blest.