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WEAL

I look at heaven and long to enter in;
But there no evil thing may find a home,
And yet I hear a voice that bids me come.

2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land,

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,
Evil is ever with me day by day;

Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,
'Repent, believe, thou shalt be loosed from all.'

mf 4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;

His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
And His the blood that can for all atone,
And set me faultless there before the throne.

50 Great Absolver, grant my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
That in the Father's courts my glorious dress
May be the garment of Thy righteousness.

6 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord;
Thine all the merit, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown;
Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down.

7 Nought can I bring, dear Lord, for all I owe,
Yet let my full heart what it can bestow;
Like ointment sweet, let my devotion prove,
Forgiven greatly, how I greatly love.

S. J. Stone.

Amen.

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Angelic Songs. [SECOND TUNE.]

11.10.11.10;9.10.

J. WALCH.

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p 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea,
And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee:
Angels of Jesus, angels of light,

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Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!

p 4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary,
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;
Faith's journey ends in welcomes to the weary,

And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last :
Angels of Jesus, angels of light,

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!

f 5 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping;
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above,
Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping,
And life's long shadows break in cloudless love :
Angels of Jesus, angels of light,

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!

F. W. Faber.

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