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.

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!

Refrain

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

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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