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BRING YOUR LOVING GIFTS TO JESUS.
W. J. C. Thiel, (1857–
IDA SCOTT TAYLOR.
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.
“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,
Be- neath Thy con - tem - pla - tion Sink heart and voice op-pressed.
And all the mar - tyr throng;
I know not, oh, I know not, What joys a wait
in them; The day-light is
us there; se rene; the
What ra-dian -cy of glo - ry, What bliss be-yond com-pare.
Are clad in robes of white.
O PARADISE, O PARADISE.
“Paradise.” P. M. (First Tune.)
Sir Joseph Barnby, (1838–1896) 1866.
Rev. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER, (1814–1863) 1854. be
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;
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.
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.
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
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.