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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

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gels of light, Sing-ing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.

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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.

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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,

the sun,

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.

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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?

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* Melody in Bass should be particularly strong, From Hutchin's S. S. Hymnal and Service Book, by per.

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THE SANDS OF TIME ARE SINKING.

“Rutherford."

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,
2. O Christ, He is the foun - tain, The deep, sweet well of love!
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The streams of earth I've tast - ed; More deep I'll

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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,

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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; :

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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

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

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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

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I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been be - fore.
Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crys - tal sea;
Nearer leaving the cross,

Nearer gaining the crown.
Is the silent, unknown stream, That leads at last to the light.
If it be I am
near - er home

Even to-day than I think:
That her feet are firm-ly set On the rock of a living faith.

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