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

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" Lo !" said the Lord, in accents mild,
To those who wandered far,
" Come unto me, O weary child.
My grace will heal each scar!
"Lay down thy burden, weary one,
Come unto me and rest!
And all who dwell beneath the sun.
Shall know My ways are best!"
O sad and weary is the heart
That toils from day to day.
But heavenly hope will ever start.
And drive Life's cares away.
" Come unto Me !" how sweet the sound,
And hope once more will live,
And aching hearts with joy abound.
For Christ, our God, will give
Rest, rest and peace from all earth's grief,
Joy that shall never end,
Hope that gives Life's bright relief.
For God is our Saviour, Friend!
Peace to the weary, peace to the sad.
Love to those who sigh,
Hope to the fallen, free gi'ace to be had,
And Heaven by and by!