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

O Thou who reignest high above
Through endless space and time;
And sendest down undying love,
And peace which is sublime!
Point, point the way that leads on high.
The way to sinners given;
That weary hearts may to Thee cry
For them Death's bonds were riven.
Oh! shower Thy blessings from on high
To all frail ones below;
And let no saddened hearts e'er cry
With sorrow's bitter woe.
Send, send Thine own bright angels here,
With blessings from Thy hand;
And may each soul Thy name revere,
And praise Thee through each land.
O Thou who sittest on the Throne
Beyond the sun and stars!
Remember all they are Thine own.
And heal Life's Battle scars!