O Songs of the Beautiful

O songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs of the blest

That breathe o’er the spir­it the calm­ness of rest;

We list to their mu­sic

we ec­ho the praise

Of Christ

our Re­deem­er

the An­cient of Days.

Songs of the beau­ti­ful

Songs of the beau­ti­ful

Songs of the beau­ti­ful

Songs of the blest.

O songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs that we hear

When clouds o’er our path­way are hea­vy and drear;

They tell of a ci­ty no mor­tal hath trod

A city whose build­er and mak­er is God.

O songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs that we love

That come from the home­land of Ed­en ab­ove;

We rise with their ca­dence

we join in their strain

All harps that were si­lent are joy­ful again.

O songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs we may sing

In yon­der bright pal­ace where dwell­eth our king;

Thro’ ag­es eter­nal their chor­us shall roll

All glo­ry to Je­sus

the light of the soul.