How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!
From heaven He came,-of heaven He spoke,
To heaven He led His follower's way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
'Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come all ye weary ones and rest;'
Yes! sacred Teacher, we will come-
Obey Thee, love Thee, and be blest!
Decay, then, tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.