Carried by the Angels

Sitting by the gate­way of a pal­ace fair

Once a child of God was left to die;

By the world ne­glect­ed

wealth would no­thing share:

See the change await­ing there on high.

Carried by the an­gels to the land of rest

Music sweet­ly sound­ing thro’ the skies;

Welcomed by the Sav­ior to the heav’n­ly feast

Gathered with the loved in para­dise.

What shall be the end­ing of this life of care?

Oft the quest­ion com­eth to us all;

Here up­on the path­way hard the bur­dens bear

And the burn­ing tears of sor­row fall.

Follower of Je­sus

scan­ty tho’ thy store

Treasures

pre­cious trea­sures wait on high;

Count the tri­als joy­ful

soon they’ll all be o’er;

O the change that’s com­ing by and by.

Upward

then

and on­ward! on­ward for the Lord;

Time and tal­ent all in His em­ploy;

Small may seem the serv­ice

sure the great re­ward;

Here the cross

but there the crown of joy.