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J. Barnby, 1868

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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, Angels of light,
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 journeys end 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 night.

Frederick W. Faber, 1854

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4 There happier bowers than Eden's

Nor sin nor sorrow know; [bloom. Blest seats! through rude and stormy

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7 Jerusalem, my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joy shall see.

Anon., 16th or 17th Century

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