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HARK! HARK, MY SOUL!
“Pilgrims.” 11s. 10s. & 9. (Second Tune.) REV. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER, (1814–1863) 1854.
Henry Smart, (1813–1879) 1868.
4 g 1. Hark, hark my soul! an - gel- ic songs areswelling O'er earth's green fields and 2. On-ward we go,
for still we hear them singing, “Come, wea-ry souls, for 3. Far, far - way, like bells at evening peal - ing, The voice of Je
An-gels of Je - sus,
gels of light, Sing-ing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.
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.
1. O moth - er dear, Je · ru - sa - lem! When shall I come to thee? 2. No murk - y cloud o'er - shadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; 3. Thy gar - dens and thy good - ly walks Con - tin - ual - ly are green, 4. Those trees each month yield ripened fruit; For ev - er-more they spring,
When shall my sor - rows have an end? Thy joys when shall I
see? But ev - ery soul shines as
For God Himself gives light. Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As no-where else are seen. And all the na- tions of the earth To thee their hon-ors bring.
O hap - py har · bor of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil!
0 my sweet home, Je- ru - sa - lem! Thy joys when shall I see? Right through the streets, with pleasing sound, The liv- ing wa - ters flow,
O moth - er dear, Je · ru - sa - lem! When shall I come to thee?
* Melody in Bass should be particularly strong, From Hutchin's S. S. Hymnal and Service Book, by per.
THE SANDS OF TIME ARE SINKING.
Chretien D'Urhan, (1788–1845) 1834. ) 1857. Harmonized by Edward F. Rimbault, 71816—1876) 1867.
MRS. ANNE Ross COUSIN, (1824—
1. The sands of time are sink - ing. The dawn of heav - en breaks,
Be - lov - ed's mine;
The sum-mer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn a - wakes.
bove. He brings
sin - ner In · to His house di - vine.
a poor vile
O dark hath been the mid - night, But day - spring is at hand,
0 - cean full
ex - pand, Up - on the Rock of A
ges My soul redeemed shall stand,
1. There's a won - der - ful Tem - ple, where the songs nev cease, 2. 0 the ju · bi - lant an - thems swell-ing there ev more, 3. Help us do Thy good pleas- ure, help us hon - or
Thee now, 4. Praise to Thee, God our Fa - ther, praise to Thee, gra-cious Son,
Zi · on,
of peace; Like the sound of great wa ters as they break on
the shore; Till we stand in Thy pres- ence, with
Thy name on each brow; Praise to Thee, Ho - ly Spir · it, 0 Thou blest Three in One; :
'Tis ef - ful - gent with glo - ry for the Lamb is
ech - 0
to the Lamb who We shall wear Thy blest like - ness in that Tem - ple Thine, all power and do- min - ion, Thine, all bless - ing
its light was slain,
a bove, and might,
Won-der-ful Heavenly Tem - ple, Beau - ti-ful, bright, and fair;
Comes to me o'er and o'er; Fa - ther's house, Where the many man-sions be; bound of life, Where we lay our bur - dens down; darkly be - tween, Winding down through the night, mor - tal feet Have almost gained the brink; perfect my trust, Let my spirit feel in death
I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been be - fore.
Nearer gaining the crown.
Even to-day than I think:
A - - теп. .