Abbildungen der Seite
PDF
EPUB

605

8, 8, 8, 4.

R. N. Quaile

Great King of kings, why dost Thou stay, Why tar-riest Thou up

4

P

[ocr errors][merged small][merged small]
[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]

That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass a-way,

[ocr errors]

What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?

2 When, shriveling like a parched scroll,

The flaming heavens together roll; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Resounds the trump that wakes the dead;

641

3 O on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay,

Be Thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass

away.

Thomas of Celano, 13th Century Tr. by Sir Walter Scott, 1805

[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]
[merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small]

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

608

7, 6. 8L.

A. R. Gaul, 1837

For thee, O dear, dear coun-try, Mine eyes their vig - ils

keep; d.

For ver y love, be - hold ing Thy happy name, they weep.

[merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small]
[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small]

When shall my la bors have an end In joy, and peace, and thee?

2 When shall these eyes thy heavenbuilt walls

And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold?

3 O when, thou city of my God,

Shall I thy courts ascend, Where evermore the angels sing, Where sabbaths have no end?

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.

5 Why should I shrink from pain and

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

« ZurückWeiter »