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 steal ing, Kind Shepherd! turn their weary steps to 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; All journeys end in welcomes 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. 234 108. 'Abide with us: for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.' 1 ABIDE with me! fast falls the even-tide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me! 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see: O Thou who changest not, abide with me! 3 I need Thy presence every passing hour, What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me! 4 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. 5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes, Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee: In life, and death, O Lord, abide with me! 235 7, 6; 7, 5. 'Thine eyes shall see the King in His beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off? 1 THE sands of time are sinking, The dawn of heaven breaks; Dark, dark hath been the midnight, 2 There the red Rose of Sharon 3 Oh! Christ, He is the fountain- His mercy doth expand, 4 Oh! I am my Beloved's 236 5 I've wrestled on towards heaven, That leaneth on his guide, While sinks life's lingering sand, 6 With mercy and with judgment Were lustred with His love; I'll bless the Hand that guided, I'll bless the Heart that planned, 7, 7, 7, 5. 'At Thy right hand there are pleasures 1 WHEN the day of toil is done, 2 When the darkness melts away Light for evermore! 3 When the heart by sorrow tried Feels at length its throbs subside, Bring us, where all tears are dried, Joy for evermore! 4 When for vanished days we yearn, Days that never can return, Teach us in Thy love to learn Love for evermore! 5 When the breath of life is flown, When the grave must claim its own, Lord of life! be ours Thy crown, Life for evermore! |