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We speak of the realms of the blest

Hymnal: VoP1883 #216 (1883) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 We speak of the realms of the blest, Of that country so bright and so fair; And oft are its glories confess'd; But what must it be to be there? 2 We speak of its pathways of gold, Of its walls deck'd with jewels most rare, Its wonders and pleasures untold-- But what must it be to be there? 3 We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within-- But what must it be to be there? 4 We speak of its service of love, The robes which the glorified wear The Church of the First-born above-- But what must it be to be there? 5 Do Thou, Lord, 'midst pleasure or woe, For heaven our spirits prepare; Then soon shall we joyfully know And feel what it is to be there. Amen. Topics: Burial; Heaven Languages: English Tune Title: REALMS OF THE BLEST

Hark! hark, my soul; Angelic songs are swelling

Hymnal: VoP1883 #217 (1883) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Hark! hark, my soul; Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wave-beat shore: How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more! Angels of Jesus, Angels of lights, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night. 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 lights, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, 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 lights, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, 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 welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Angels of Jesus, Angels of lights, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, 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 lights, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night. Amen. Amen. Topics: Burial; Heaven; Festivals Languages: English Tune Title: VOX ANGELICA

O Paradise! O Paradise!

Hymnal: VoP1883 #218 (1883) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 O Paradise! O Paradise! Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where they that loved are blest? Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light; All rapture thro' and thro' In God's most holy sight. 2 O Paradise, O Paradise, The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold? Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light; All rapture thro' and thro' In God's most holy sight. 3 O Paradise, O Paradise, 'Tis weary waiting here; I long to be where Jesus is, To feel, to see Him near; Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light; All rapture thro' and thro' In God's most holy sight. 4 O Paradise, O Paradise, I want to sin no more, I want to be as pure on earth As on thy spotless shore; Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light; All rapture thro' and thro' In God's most holy sight. 5 O Paradise, O Paradise, I greatly long to see The special place my dearest Lord In love prepares for me; Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light; All rapture thro' and thro' In God's most holy sight. 6 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, O keep me in Thy love, And guide me to that happy land Of perfect rest above; Where loyal hearts and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God's most holy sight. Amen. Topics: Burial; Heaven; Festivals Languages: English Tune Title: PARADISE

Beautiful Savior

Hymnal: VoP1883 #221 (1883) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Beautiful Saviour, King of creation, Son of God and Son of Man! Truly I'd love Thee, Truly I'd serve Thee, Light of my soul, my Joy, my Crown. 2 Fair are the meadows, Fairer the woodlands, Robed in flowers of blooming spring; Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer, He makes our sorrowing spirits sing. 3 Fair is the sunshine, Fairer the moonlight, And the sparkling stars on high; Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer, Than all the angels in the sky. 4 Beautiful Saviour, Lord of the nations, Son of God and Son of man! Glory and honour, Praise, adoration, Now and for evermore be Thine. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: CRUSADERS' HYMN

Up above the bright blue sky

Hymnal: VoP1883 #228 (1883) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Up above the bright blue sky, Where the stars are peeping, Farther still than I can see, Heav'nly watchers over me, Nightly care are keeping. 2 And, if like the Angels, I Could behold around me, I should see them come and go, Pass from Heaven to earth below; And their hosts surround me. 3 All day long, and all night too, While I'm safely sleeping, Busy on their task of love, They are sent from Heaven above Faithful vigil keeping. 4 And whilst us, from evil things Angels are defending, Little children robed in white Sing before the throne of light, In daylight never ending. 5 Jesus took them for His own, Made them pure and holy, And on earth His gentle love Trained them for their Home above, Safe from sin and folly. 6 Blessed Jesus take me too, Though I'm weak and lowly, Let Thy gentle grace within Make my garments white and clean, And my spirits holy. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: FLOWERS

Angel voices ever singing

Hymnal: VoP1883 #232 (1883) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Angel voices ever singing Round Thy throne of light, Angel harps, for ever ringing, Rest not day nor night; Thousands only live to bless Thee, And confess Thee, Lord of might! 2 Thou, who art beyond the farthest Mental eye can scan, Can it be that Thou regardest Songs of sinful man? Can we feel that Thou art near us And wilt hear us? Yea, we can. 3 Yea, we know Thy love rejoices O'er each work of Thine! Thou didst ears and hands and voices For Thy praise combine! Craftsman's art and music's measure For Thy pleasure, didst design. 4 Here, Great God, to-day we offer Of Thine own to Thee; And for Thine acceptance proffer All unworthily. Hearts and minds, and hands and voices, In our choicest melody. Amen. Topics: Festivals Languages: English Tune Title: ANGEL VOICES

I think when I read that sweet story of old

Hymnal: VoP1883 #233 (1883) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He call'd little children as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then. 2 I wish that His hands had been placed on my head, That His arm had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen His kind look when He said, Let the little ones comes unto Me. 3 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in His love; And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, I shall see Him and hear Him above. 4 In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven; And many dear children shall be with Him there, For of such is the kingdom of heaven. 5 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall, Never heard of that heavenly home; I wish they could know there is room for them all, And that Jesus has bid them to come. Amen. Topics: Hymns for Little Children Languages: English Tune Title: ROSSLYN

God hath made the moon, whose beam

Hymnal: VoP1883 #234 (1883) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 God hath made the moon, whose beam Shimmers soft o'er hill and stream, Lighting with her silv'ry gleam All our lonely way: Glides she, with companions bright, Thro' the silent hours of night; Then fades in overwhelming light, Lost in perfect day. 2 God had made the glorious sun, Through his daily course to run; From the dawn till day is done Brightly shineth he. When his circling round is o'er, And we see him here no more, He rises on a brighter shore, Far beyond the sea. 3 God hath sent me here below, In my daily life to show, Constant love to friend and foe, As He showed for me. When we here have closed our eyes, Sunk where death's dark ocean lies, To worlds of glory may we rise, Lighted, Lord, by Thee! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: HOPKINS

There is a happy land

Hymnal: VoP1883 #253 (1883) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 There is a happy land, Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day: Oh, how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Saviour King; Loud let His praises ring; Praise, praise for aye. 2 Come to this happy land, Come, come away: Why will ye doubting stand? Why still delay? Oh, we shall happy be, When from sin and sorrow free; Lord, we shall live with Thee, Blest, blest for aye. 3 Bright in that happy land Beams every eye; Kept by a Father's hand, Love cannot die. On then to glory run, Be a crown and kingdom won; And bright above the sun Reign, reign for aye. Amen. Topics: Hymns for Little Children Languages: English Tune Title: HAPPY LAND

Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy Kingly crown

Hymnal: VoP1883 #272 (1883) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy Kingly crown When Thou camest to earth for me; But in Bethlehem's home was there found no room For Thy holy nativity, Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus! There is room in my heart for Thee! 2 Heaven's arches rang when the Angels sang, Proclaiming Thy Royal degree; But in lowly birth didst Thou come to earth, And in great humility. Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus! There is room in my heart for Thee! 3 The foxes found rest, and the bird had its nest In the shade of the cedar tree; But Thy couch was the sod, O Thou Son of God, In the desert of Galilee. Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus! There is room in my heart for Thee! 4 Thou camest, O Lord, with the living word That should set Thy people free; But with mocking scorn, and with crown of thorn, They bore Thee to Calvary. Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus! There is room in my heart for Thee! 5 When the heavens shall ring and the Angels sing At Thy coming to victory, Let Thy voice call me home saying "Yet there is room, There is room at My side for Thee." Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus! There is room in my heart for Thee! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: MARGARET