When He
Cometh
When He cometh, when He
cometh To make up His jewels
All His jewels precious jewels,
His loved and His own.
Like the stars of the morning,
.His bright crown adorning,
They shall shine in their
beauty, Bright gems for His
crown.
He will gather, He will gather
The gems for His kingdom,
All the pure ones, All the
bright ones His love and His
own.
Little children, Little children
Who love their Redeemer,
Are the jewels, precious
jewels, His love and His own.
Beautiful Valley Of Eden
Beautiful valley of Eden,
Sweet is thy noontide calm;
Over the hearts of the weary,
Breathing thy waves of balm.
Cho.
Beautiful valley of Eden,
Home of the pure and blest,
How often amid the wild
billows I dream of thy rest
sweet, sweet rest!
Over the heart of the
mourner Shineth the golden
day,
Wafting the songs of the
angels Down in from the far
away.
There is the home of my
savior There with the bloodwashed throng,
Over the high-lands of glory
Rolleth the great new song.