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

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Past_, past are earthly sorrows,
Bright, bright the glad to-morrows,
Hail, hail the glorious day.
Sing O Soul for aye and aye !
Lift up thine eyes unto the Hills,
And sing,
" My heart with rapture thrills.
For the Prince of Life cometh by.
To save the souls that for Him cry !"
Eye hath not seen ear hath not heard,
Half the blessings of God's Great Word ;
As the flying of a carefree lark.
Thy Soul shall mount to the shining mark !
There is never a day so solemn,
When Life seems as a broken column
But thy Saviour ever watchful hears.
And with loving kindness dries thy tears.
The very hairs upon thy head
Have been numbered as God hath said
Then oh ! why should thy heart despair,
For thy Saviour will bear every care.
The humble sparrow that falls to the land,
Is lifted by an AngeFs hand
Then banish all thy worldly fears,
For Jesus loves, and gives, and hears.