ANGELS' SONGS FROM THE GOLDEN CITY OF THE BLESSED
Edythe Morahan-de Lauzon

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Weary sad and sore distressed,
Come to Jesus and be blessed ;
Come to God, your Heavenly Friend,
For His mercies never end.
He who dwelt on earth below,
Took our mortal form of woe ;
Left His radiant Home above.
For to show us His great love.
Came to earth so humble, poor,
Did all want and pain endure ;
Hungry, homeless nor place to lie.
He who owned earth, sea, and sky !
Toiled He hard from morn to late.
Gave them love for all their hate ;
Bidding sinners,
" Oh haste, repent.
Ere Death's Messenger is sent !"
Mocked and scourged and crucified,
Scorned of man for whom He died ;
Now He reigns in Heaven above,
Jesus, Lord of Hope and Love.
Oh be swift to ask of Him
Mercy, pardon, peace again,
For the days are hastening by
Wand'ring souls why will ye die?