228 SAFE HOME, SAFE HOME IN PORT! “Safe Home." ST. JOSEPH OF THE STUDIUM, (9TH CENTURY.) Sir Arthur Seymour Sullivan, (1842– ) TR. BY REV. JOHN MASON NEALE, (1818–1866) 1862. 4 1. Safe home, safe home in port! Rent cor-dage, shattered deck, Torn 2. The prize, the prize se - cure! The ath - lete near • ly fell, Bare 3. The lamb is in the fold, In per - fect safe - ty penned ; The 4. The ex - ile is at Home! 0 nights and days of tears, O H a sails, pro- vi-sions short, And on - ly not wreck: But 0! the joy upall he could en-dure, And bare not al But he may smile at li - on once had hold, And thought to make an end : But One came by with longings not to roam, o sins, and doubts and fears— What mat-ter now (when ways well. on our the shore To tell voy - age per ils troub- les gone, Who sets the vic - tor gar land wound-ed side, And for the sheep the Shep - herd SO men say ) The King has wiped these tears 229 THERE IS A HAPPY LAND. “Happy Land.” ANDREW YOUNG, (1807-1889) 1843. Indian air. 2 2 1. There is a hap-py land, Far, far a - way, Where saints in glo - ry stand, 2. Come to that hap-py land, Come, come - way; Why will ye doubting stand, 3. Bright in that hap-py land, Beams ev - ery eye : Kept by a Father's hand, a 230 COME UNTO ME WHEN SHADOWS DARKLY GATHER. “Henley.” 11s. & 10s. MRS. CATHARINE HARBISON ESLING, (1812– Lowell Mason, (1792-1872) 1854. ) 1839. 1. Come un - to Me when shadows dark-ly gath - er, When the sad heart is D. S.—Come un to Me, and wear-y and distressed, Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father. A-men. I will give you rest. Per. O. Ditson & Co. 2 Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling, Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim; Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn. Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed : Come unto Me, and I will give you reşt ! 1. I'm a I can tar - ry, I can 2. There the sunbeams ev - er shi- ning, Oh, my long-ing heart, my 3. Of that coun-try, to which I'm go - ing, My Re-deem-er, my Re are tar - ry but a night. Do not de - tain me, for I am go - ing long-ing heart is there; Here in this coun-try, so dark and drear-y, deem-er is the light. There is no sor - row, nor an - y sigh-ing, 1. In - to the great be - yond, Fair land of the morning bright, Where 2. In - to the great be - yond, Whose gates are of pearl and gold, Where 3. In - to the great be - yond, Where summer e- ter - nal reigns, And 4. In - to the great be - yond, Where voi - ces I love so well, Sweet ri-seth the glo - ry of God most high O’er shadowless realms of light. murmur the wa-ters of life so clear, That sparkle with joy un - told. cov -ers with lil - ies of fade-less bloom The beau-ti-ful smiling plains. voi-ces that car - ol the glad new song, Are call-ing me home to dwell. an-gels will car-ry my soul a-way With Je-sus for ev-er to be. Copyright, 1886, by John J. Hood. 1. Onward, Christian sol-diers, Marching as to war, With the cross of Je - sus 2. Like a mighty ar my, Moves the Church of God; Brothers, we are tread-ing 3. Crowns and thrones may perish, Kingdoms rise and wane, But the Church of Je-sus 4. Onward, then, ye peo - ple, Join our happy throng; Blend with ours your voices Go-ing on be - fore. Christ, the roy - al Mas - ter, Leads a-gainst the foe; Where the saints have trod; We are not di - vi - ded, All one bod - y we, Constant will re- main; Gates of hell can er 'Gainst that Church prevail ; In the triumph-song; Glo - ry, laud and hon Un - to Christ the King; nev or |