Page images
PDF
EPUB

223

HARK! HARK, MY SOUL!

"Pilgrims." 11s. 10s. & 9. (Second Tune.)

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

1. Hark, hark my soul!
2. On-ward we go,
3. Far, far a-

- way,

4

angel- ic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and for still we hear them singing, "Come, wea-ry souls, for like bells at evening peal-ing, The voice of Je sus

ocean's wave-beat shore. How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are tell-ing Jesus bids you come;" And, through the dark its ech-oes sweetly ring -ing, sounds o'er land and sea, And la- den souls by thousands meekly steal-ing,

3

Henry Smart, (1813-1879) 1868.

[graphic][subsumed][subsumed][subsumed][subsumed][subsumed][subsumed][ocr errors][subsumed]

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.

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.

224

O MOTHER DEAR, JERUSALEM!

"The Holy City."

FRANCIS BAKER, c. 1616, alt.

4 4

thee?

ru - sa-lem! When shall I come to shadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; good ly walks Con- tinually are green, 4. Those trees each month yield ripened fruit; For ever-more they spring,

1. O mother dear, Je 2. No murky cloud o'er 3. Thy gardens and thy

4

*

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

When shall my sorrows have an end? But every soul shines as the sun, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers And all the nations of the earth

[ocr errors]

Samuel Augustus Ward, (1848

0

happy har bor of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil!

my sweet home, Je - ru salem! Thy joys when shall I see? Right through the streets, with pleasing sound, The living waters flow, O mother dear, Je ru salem! When shall I come to thee?

[ocr errors]

) 1882.

Thy joys when shall I
see?
For God Himself gives light.
As no-where else are seen.
To thee their hon-ors bring.

[graphic]

5:12

In thee no sorrow can be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.
The King that sit - teth on thy throne In His felicity?
And on the banks on either side, The trees of life do grow.
When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? A-men.

111

225

MRS. ANNE ROSS COUSIN, (1824

[merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small]

THE SANDS OF TIME ARE SINKING.

"Rutherford."

Chretien D'Urhan, (1788-1845) 1834. ) 1857. Harmonized by Edward F. Rimbault, (1816–1876) 1867.

40 54

The sum-mer morn I've
The streams of earth I've
He brings a poor vile

are sink ing,
the fountain,
Belov

ed's

[ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors]

1

sighed for,
tasted;
sin - ner

[ocr errors]

And
glory, glory dwell - eth
And glory, glo
Where glory, glo

ry dwelleth

ry dwell - eth

The dawn of heaven breaks,
The deep, sweet well of love!
And my
Be-loved's mine;

night, But day spring is
His mer cy doth
My soul redeemed

ness

ges

नै

[merged small][merged small][ocr errors]

H

at hand, ex - pand, shall stand,

[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors]

226

MISS ELIZA E. HEWITT.

3
4

THERE'S A WONDERFUL TEMPLE.

23
4

N

er
er

1. There's a wonderful Temple, where the songs nev
2.
the ju bi - lant anthems swell-ing there ev
3. Help us do Thy good pleas- ure, help us hon - or Thee now,
4. Praise to Thee, God our Father, praise to

Thee, gra-cious Son,

[merged small][ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[ocr errors][merged small]
[ocr errors]

William James Kirkpatrick, (1838

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

in

of Zi on, of peace; the kingdom great wa ters as they break on the shore; Thy pres-ence, with Thy name on each brow; Spirit, O Thou blest Three in One;

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

) 1895.

[ocr errors]

cease, more,

[ocr errors]

11

for the Lamb is

its light to the Lamb who was slain, in that Tem ple a bove, Thine, all blessing and might,

·

[graphic]

REFRAIN.

Won-der-ful Heavenly Temple, Beau- ti-ful, bright, and fair;

TI

Won-der-ful Heaven-ly Temple, Gather us, Sa - vior, there.

[blocks in formation]

1

Nearer the

I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been before.
great white throne, Nearer the
Nearer leaving the cross, Nearer
Is the silent, unknown stream, That leads at
If it be I am near-er home
Even to-day
That her feet are firm-ly set On the rock of

crystal sea;
gaining the crown.
last to the light.
than I think:
a liv ing faith.

b

A-men.

« PreviousContinue »