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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.

1. Hark, hark my soul! an - gel- ic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and
On-ward we go,
for still we hear them singing, "Come, wea-ry souls, for

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3. Far, far away, 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, la - den souls by thousands meekly steal-ing,

And

Of that new life when sin shall be no more!
The music of the Gos- pel leads us
Kind Shepherd, turn their wear-y steps to

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home.
Thee.

An-gels of Je - sus,

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

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A-men.

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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.

see?

happy har - bor of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! my sweet home, Je- ru salem! Thy joys when shall I Right through the streets, with pleasing sound, The living waters flow, O moth-er dear, Je ru salem! When shall I come to thee?

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In thee no sorrow can be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.
The King that sitteth 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.

* Melody in Bass should be particularly strong.

From Hutchin's S, S. Hymnal and Service Book, by per.

Temple, where the songs nev

er cease,

er - more,

2. 0 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,

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

Won-der-ful Heaven-ly Temple, Gath - er us, Savior, there.

I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been before.

Nearer the
Nearer

great white throne, Nearer the
leaving the cross, Nearer

Is the silent, unknown stream, That leads at
If it be I am nearer home
That her feet are firm-ly set

Even to-day
On the rock of

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

A-men.