RESPONSE.—Men's voices in unison. "In our own tongue, sublime and clear, The Gos-pel'sglo-ri-ous sound we hear, Hal - le - lu - jah, Hal-le - lu - jah, Hal-le - lu - jah. A men, 5 O say, ye lusty Cretans, who 6 Ye tongues and tribes of living men, Sail o'er the Mediterranean blue, When leafy Summer is come again, And ye who on your camels bear When birds sing loud on every side, Rich freight of Araby's incense rare, And earth is blooming in Whitsuntide, – O tell us why your voices ring, O tell us why your voices ring, And all so joyfully, cheerily, merrily sing? And all so joyfully, cheerily, merrily sing? Response. In our own tongue, etc. Response : -In our own tongue, etc. As Je - sus' part - ing gift, is near Each pleading com - pa · ny. a 1. Ho- ly Spir - it, like a dove, Who de-scend-ed from bove; 2. Teach us all from wrong to flee, How to gain the mas - ter - y 3. May we by Thy strength en-dued, Ev - er find our love re - newed, 4. Gen - tle Spir - it, through our days, Be Thou near to guide our ways; 1. {Gent-ly lead us by Ho - ly Spir - it, faith - ful Guide, Ev - er near the Christian's side the hand, Pil-grims in des - ert land; } Ad a 4 Wear-y souls for e’er re-joice, While they hear that sweetest voice, Whispering softly, “Wanderer, come, Follow Me,I'll guide thee home.” A-men. 2 Ever present, truest Friend, 3 When our days of toil shall cease, Ever near Thine aid to lend, Waiting still for sweet release, Leave us not to doubt and fear, Nothing left but heaven and prayer, Groping on in darkness drear. Wondering if our names were there; When the storms are raging sore, Wading deep the dismal flood, Hearts grow faint, and hopes give o'er, Pleading nought but Jesus' blood, Whispering softly, “Wanderer, come, Whispering softly, “Wanderer, come, Follow Me, I'll guide thee home.” Follow Me, I'll guide thee home.” 97 HOVER O’ER ME, HOLY SPIRIT. REV. ELLWOOD H. STOKES, (1815-1895) 1879. John R. Sweney, (1838–1899) 1879. Ꮾ 1. Hov - er o'er me, Ho - ly Spir.. it; Bathe my trembling heart and brow; 2. Thou can’st fill me, gracious Spirit, Though I can - not tell Thee how; 3. I am weakness, full of weakness; At Thy sa cred feet I bow; 4. Cleanse and comfort; bless and save me; Bathe, oh, bathe my heart and brow; Fill me with Thy hallowed presence, Come, oh, come and fill me now. 1. Sing, Oheavens! O earth re - joice! An - gel harp, and hu-man voice, 2. Bruis - ed is the ser - pent's head, Hell is vanquished, Death is dead, 3. All His work and war - fare done, He in - to His heaven is gone, 4 5-4 as Round Him as He ri - ses, raise Your cend-ing Saviour's praise. on high, Cap · tive is cap - tiv • ity. And be - side His Father's throne, Now is plead-ing for His own. 4 Asking gifts for sinful men, That He may come down again, Alleluia 5 Sing, O Heavens ! O earth, rejoice ! Alleluia! |