Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,

"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;

And, through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,

The music of the gospel leads us home. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 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, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 4 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.

As his light once more appears;

REFRAIN.

602.

I CHRIST is risen! Alleluia !

Risen our victorious head!
Sing his praises! Alleluia !

Christ is risen from the dead!
Gratefully our hearts adore him,

As his light once more appears;
Bowing down in joy before him,
Rising up from grief and tears.
Christ is risen! Alleluia !

Risen our victorious head!
Sing his praises! Alleluia !
Christ is risen from the dead!

2 Christ is risen! All the sadness
Of his earthly life is o'er ;

Through the open gates of gladness
He returns to life once more.

Death and hell before him bending,
He doth rise, the victor now,
Angels on his steps attending,

Glory round his wounded brow. - REF.

3 Christ is risen! Henceforth never
Death or hell shall us enthrall.
We are Christ's; in him forever
We have triumphed over all.
All the doubting and dejection

Of our trembling hearts have ceased; 'Tis his day of resurrection:

Let us rise and keep the feast! — REF.

I COME, praise your Lord and Saviour In strains of holy mirth !

Give thanks to him, O children,

Who lived a child on earth!

He loved the little children,

And called them to his side;
His loving arms embraced them,
And for their sake he died.

2 O Jesus, we would praise thee
With songs of holy joy;
For thou on earth didst sojourn
A pure and spotless boy.
Make us, like thee, obedient,
Like thee, from sin-stains free,
Like thee in God's own temple,
In lowly home like thee.

604.

I Now be the Gospel banner
In every land unfurled,
And be the shout, Hosanna,
Re-echoed through the world,
Till every isle and nation,

Till every tribe and tongue,
Receive the great salvation,

And join the happy throng.

3 O Jesus, we would praise thee,
The lowly maiden's son ;

In thee all gentlest graces
Are gathered into one.
O, give that best adornment
That Christian child can wear,
The meek and quiet spirit

Which shone in thee so fair! 4 O Lord, with voices lifted

We sing our songs of praise;
Be thou the light and pattern

Of all our childhood's days,
And lead us ever onward,

That while we stay below,
We may, like thee, O Jesus,

In grace and wisdom grow.

2 Yes, thou shalt reign forever,
O Jesus, King of kings!
Thy light, thy love, thy favor,
Each ransomed captive sings;
The isles for thee are waiting,
The deserts learn thy praise,
The hills and valleys, greeting,
The song responsive raise.

Let us each, thy love possessing,