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IDA SCOTT TAYLOR.

DUET.

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4

Inst.

BRING YOUR LOVING GIFTS TO JESUS.

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 hand; Seek your Master's cause to
Aid to spread His holy gos-pel, Send the news abroad, Tell the world the heavenly

3.

W. J. C. Thiel, (1857

) 1880.

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What ra-dian-cy of glory, What bliss be-yond com-pare.
Are decked in glorious sheen.
Are clad in robes of white.

The pas-tures of the bless- ed
For ev
-er and for ev er

A-men.

5 O Paradise, O Paradise!

I greatly long to see

The special place my dearest Lord
Is destining for me;-REF.

Sir Joseph Barnby, (1838-1896) 1866.

Who doth not crave for rest?
The world is growing old;
'Tis wear-y waiting here;
I want to sin no more;

Stand

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loved are blest? nev - er cold? see Him near; spot - less shore;

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er in the light,

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

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6 0 Paradise, O Paradise!
I feel 'twill not be long;
Patience! I almost think I hear

Faint fragments of thy song ;—REF.

1. O 2. O 3. O

4. O

O PARADISE, O PARADISE.

"Hopkins." P. M. (Second Tune.)

Paradise, O
Paradise, O
Paradise, O
Paradise, O

REFRAIN.

Par a-dise, Who doth not crave for rest?
Par - a-dise, The world is growing old;
Par a-dise, 'Tis weary waiting here;
Para-dise, I want to sin no more;

Who would not seek the happy land, Where they that loved are blest?
Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold?
To feel, to see Him near;
As on thy spotless shore;

I

I

long to be where Jesus is,
want to be as pure on earth,

Where loyal hearts and true

5 O Paradise, O Paradise!

I greatly long to see

The special place my dearest Lord
Is destining for me; REF.

Henry Smart, (1813–1879) 1868.

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

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6 0 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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REV. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER, (1814-1863) 1854.

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HARK, HARK, MY SOUL!

"Angelica." 11s. 10s. & 9. (First Tune.)

4 -2-4

1. Hark, hark, my soul! an - gel - ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields and Onward 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

2.

sus

Arr. by J. M. Armstrong.

Jesus bids you sounds o'er land and

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

REFRAIN.

Of that new life when sin shall be no more!
The music of the Gos-pel leads us home. An- gels of Jesus,
Kind Shepherd, turn their wear-y steps to Thee.

Used by per, from "The Helper."

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

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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.