WEAL I look at heaven and long to enter in; 2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand Before the whiteness of that throne appear? Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near. 3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, mf 4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear; His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, 50 Great Absolver, grant my soul may wear 6 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord; 7 Nought can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe, S. J. Stone. Amen. Angelic Songs. [SECOND TUNE.] 11.10.11.10;9.10. J. WALCH. d p 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, cr Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! p 4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last : Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! f 5 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping; Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! F. W. Faber. |