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. Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 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, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! 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, angels of light. Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the 572 < night! F. W. FABER.* 8.7. double. HARK! the sound of holy voices, Chanting at the crystal sea Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia,' Lord, to Thee: Saintly maiden, godly matron, Widows who have watched to prayer, Joined in holy concert, singing To the Lord of all, are there. 3 They have come from tribulation, And have washed their robes in blood, Washed them in the blood of Jesus; Tried they were, and firm they stood; Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, 4 Now they reign in heavenly glory, Love and peace they taste for ever, In the Beatific Vision Of the Blessed Trinity. 573 C. WORDSWORTH. L.M. HEAVEN is a place of rest from sin; But all who hope to enter there, Must here that holy course begin, Which shall their souls for rest prepare. 2 Clean hearts, O God! in us create ; Right spirits, Lord, in us renew; Commence we now that higher state, Now do Thy will as angels do. 3 A life in heaven! O what is this? The sum of all that faith believed: Fulness of joy and depths of bliss, Unseen, unfathomed, unconceived. 4 While thrones, dominions, princedoms, powers, And saints made perfect, triumph thus: A goodly heritage is ours, There is a heaven on earth for us. 5 The church of Christ, the school of grace, The Spirit teaching by the word! In those our Saviour's steps we trace; By this His living voice is heard. 6 Firm in His footsteps may we tread, Learn every lesson of His love; And be from grace to glory led, From heaven below to heaven above. 574 JER J. MONTGOMERY. ERUSALEM, my happy home! When shall my labours have an end, C.M. 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold, Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, 3 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats! through rude and stormy seas 4 Why should I shrink from pain and woe, 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, And soon my friends in Christ below 6 Jerusalem, my happy home!... 575 JE Trans. LATIN HYMN. ERUSALEM on high My home whene'er I die, 66.66.88. 2 There dwells my Lord, my King, When shall I be, 3 The patriarchs of old There from their travels cease; Their longed-for Prince of Peace: O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, 4 The Lamb's apostles there I might with joy behold, |