Our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing.@Psalm 126:2
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William R. Wallace (1819–1881)

Will­iam R. Wall­ace, in Fresh Lau­rels, by Will­iam Brad­bu­ry (New York: Big­low & Main, 1867), num­ber 157, alt. Ded­i­cat­ed to the Au­thor of Fresh Lau­rels, for the Sab­bath School (i.e., Brad­bu­ry). Com­pare O Songs of the Beau­ti­ful.

Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William B. Bradbury
(1816–1868)

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.

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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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