O songs of the beautiful, songs of the blest (Wallace)

1 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.

Refrain:
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.

2 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. [Refrain]

3 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! [Refrain]

4 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! [Refrain]

5 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! [Refrain]

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8380

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #8380