Songs of the Beautiful

O songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs of the blest

Thus breathed by the East

on the hearts of the West;

How your mu­sic sweeps o’er us

Like per­fume from flow­ers

He

wet with His blood in Geth­se­ma­ne’s bow­ers.

O songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs of the beau­ti­ful

Songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs of the blest.

O songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs of the beau­ti­ful

Songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs of the blest.

O songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs of the blest

By earth-pil­grim sung as he hopes for his rest;

How ye tell that all sor­rows

all trou­bles shall cease

On shores where the Lamb

To His loved ones gives peace.

O songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs of the blest

Breathe hope to the spir­it

and balm to the blest;

Still around us your para­dise mu­sic shall roll

Still whis­per of Christ to each sin la­den soul!

O songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs of the blest

We’re but pil­grims here

and long­ing for rest;

Dear fa­thers

dear mo­thers

all house­holds that long

The smile of the Lord

and the glo­ri­fied’s song!

O songs of the beau­ti­ful

songs of the blest

Thus breathed by the East

on the hearts of the West;

In your sweet mu­sic swell­ing from Cal­va­ry’s sod

We’ve mer­cy and para­dise pro­mised by God!