"Come, cast your bur-dens on the Lord, And trust His constant care." His head with ra-diant glo-ries crown'd,His lips with grace o'er-flow. For me That fill the heav'n-ly train. A-men. Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd Upon the Saviour's brow; His head with radiant the speak pre char cious ac light ful blood ters match less worth, He spilt, My He bears, And day soar, aud touch the heav'nly strings, And vie with Ga-briel while he sings I'd sing His glorious righteous-ness, In which all-per-fect,heav'nly dress In loft-iest songs of sweet-est praise, I would to ev er-last- ing days Then with my Saviour, Broth-er,Friend, A blest e-ternity I'll spend, |