BRING YOUR LOVING GIFTS TO JESUS. 220 W. J. C. Thiel, (1857– ) 1880. IDA SCOTT TAYLOR. DUET. 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 Used by per, of Geo. F. Rosche, owner of Copyright. HEAVEN. 221 “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 en, With milk and hon ey blest, on, All - ju · bi - lant with song, vid; And there, from care re-leased, -4 Be- neath Thy con - tem - pla - tion Sink heart and voice op-pressed. And all the mar - tyr throng; an gel, I know not, oh, I know not, What joys a wait in them; The day-light is er us there; se rene; the fight, What ra-dian -cy of glo - ry, What bliss be-yond com-pare. Are clad in robes of white. For ev er A- men. 222 O PARADISE, O PARADISE. “Paradise.” P. M. (First Tune.) Sir Joseph Barnby, (1838–1896) 1866. Rev. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER, (1814–1863) 1854. be 4 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; -4 Who would not seek the hap - py land, Where they that loved are blest ? I long to be where Je · sus is, To feel, to see Him near; All rapture, through and through, In God's most ho - ly sight. A-men. 6 O Paradise, O Paradise ! I feel 'twill not be long; Faint fragments of thy song ;-REF. 1. O 2. O 3. O 4. O Par - a - dise, O Par · a-dise, Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the hap -py land, Where they that loved are blest ? All rapture, through and through, In God's most ho - ly sight. A-men. abe bbo Si 5 O Paradise, O Paradise! I greatly long to see 6 O Paradise, O Paradise! I feel 'twill not be long; Faint fragments of thy song; REF. 223 HARK, HARK, MY SOUL! “Angelica.” 11s. 10s. & 9. (First Tune.) Rev. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER, (1814–1863) 1854. Arr. by J. M. Armstrong. 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 sus 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, 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; And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.—REF. Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above ; And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.-REF. |