605 8, 8, 8, 4. R. N. Quaile Great King of kings, why dost Thou stay, Why tar-riest Thou up on Thy way, That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass a-way, 1 What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping; Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. Frederick W. Faber, 1854 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven- 5 Why should I shrink from pain and built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 3 O when, thou city of my God, 4 There happier bowers than Eden's Nor sin nor sorrow know; [bloom. Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. woe, Or feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. 6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there Around my Savior stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. 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 |