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.

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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.

Refrain

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!

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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!

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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!

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