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

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Far on the fields where the lilies grow,
Far they went to meet the foe ;
Their bodies are lying 'neath the sod,
But their souls triumphant went to God.

To the kind Father who gave His life.
That the World might learn to banish strife I
O Dwellers on Earth, why do ye sigh?
For Jesus of Nazareth is passing by!

Passing by through the ravaged lands,
Holding the sad, outstretched hands,
Blessing those who call on His name--
For Jesus of Nazareth is ever the same !

The same to the dying and fatherless,
. Calling them home to God's blessedness ;
Bidding them come and suffer no more--
For wide is the Gate and open the Door !