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BRING YOUR LOVING GIFTS TO JESUS.

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W. J. C. Thiel, (1857–

) 1880.

IDA SCOTT TAYLOR.

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1. Bring your loving gifts to Je-sus, Will-ing let it be; Once for you His life He 2. In the name of Jesus on

- ly, Give with lavish band; Seek your Master's cause to 3. Aid to spread His holy gos-pel, Send the news abroad, Tell the world the heavenly

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Used by per, of Geo. F. Rosche, owner of Copyright.

HEAVEN.
JERUSALEM THE GOLDEN.

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“Ewing." 7s. & 6s. D. BERNARD OF CLUNY, (1120—

) 1150. TR. BY REV. JOHN MASON NEALE, (1818–1866) 1851.

Alexander Ewing, (1830–1895) 1853.

1. Je · ru - sa - lem the gold
2. They stand, those halls of Zi
3. There is the throne of Da

en, With milk and hon

ey blest, on, All - ju · bi - lant with song, vid; And there, from care re-leased,

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Be- neath Thy con - tem - pla - tion Sink heart and voice op-pressed.
And bright with many an

And all the mar - tyr throng;
The song of them that tri - umph, The shout of them that feast;

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I know not, oh, I know not, What joys a wait
The Prince is ev

in them; The day-light is
And they, who with their Lead - er, Have conquered in

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us there; se rene; the

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What ra-dian -cy of glo - ry, What bliss be-yond com-pare.
The pas-tures of the bless- ed Are decked in glo - rious sheen.
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Are clad in robes of white.

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A- men.

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O PARADISE, O PARADISE.

“Paradise.” P. M. (First Tune.)

Sir Joseph Barnby, (1838–1896) 1866.

Rev. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER, (1814–1863) 1854. be

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1. O Par - a-dise, O Par - a-dise, Who doth not crave for rest? 2. O Par - a-dise, 0 Par · a-dise, The world is grow-ing old; 3. O Par - a-dise, 0 Par · a-dise, 'Tis wear - y wait - ing here; 4. O Par · a-dise, ( Par · a-dise, I want to sin no more;

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Who would not seek the hap - py land, Where they that loved are blest ?
Who would not be at rest and free Where love is nev er cold ?

I long to be where Je · sus is, To feel, to see Him near;
I want to be as pure on earth, As on thy spot - less shore;

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All rapture, through and through, In God's most ho - ly sight. A-men.

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6 O Paradise, O Paradise !

I feel 'twill not be long;
Patience! I almost think I hear

Faint fragments of thy song ;-REF.

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Par - a - dise, O Par · a-dise, Who doth not crave for rest?
Par - a - dise, O Par · a-dise, The world is grow-ing old;
Par - a - dise, o Par · a-dise, 'Tis wear - y wait - ing here;
Par - a - dise, O Par - a-dise, I want to sin no more;

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Who would not seek the hap -py land, Where they that loved are blest ?
Who would not be at rest and free Where love is nev - er cold?
I long to be where Je - sus is, To feel, to see Him near;
I want to be as pure on earth, As on thy spot - less shore;

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All rapture, through and through, In God's most ho - ly sight.

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5 O Paradise, O Paradise!

I greatly long to see
The special place my dearest Lord
Is destining for me; REF.

6 O Paradise, O Paradise!

I feel 'twill not be long;
Patience! I almost think I hear

Faint fragments of thy song; REF.

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HARK, HARK, MY SOUL!

“Angelica.” 11s. 10s. & 9. (First Tune.) Rev. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER, (1814–1863) 1854.

Arr. by J. M. Armstrong.

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1. Hark, hark, my soul! an - gel - ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth’sgreen fields and 2. On - ward we go, for still we hear them sing-ing, “Come, wea- ry souls, for 3. Far, far a-way, like bells at even-ing peal - ing, The voice of Je

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O-cean's wave-beat shore. How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are tell - ing Je- sus bids you come;" And, through the dark its ech-oes sweet - ly ring - ing, sounds o’er land and sea, And la - den souls by thousands meek - ly steal - ing,

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an-gels of light, Sing -ing to wel-come the pilgrims of the night. A-men.

Used by per, from “ The Helper."

4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary,

The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;
All journeys end in welcome to the weary,

And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.—REF.
5 Angels, sing on your faithful watches keeping;

Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above ;
Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping,

And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.-REF.

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