632 SHINING SHORE 8, 7, D. 03 2 Father in Heaven! O, hear when we call; # George F. Root My days are gliding swift-ly by, And I, a pil-grim stranger, Would not de 1 tain them as they fly, Those hours of toil and dan ger; For O, we stand on Jor-dan's strand, Our friends are passing over; And just before, the shining shore Į 14 We may almost dis-cov-er. A-MEN. 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, 2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Our distant home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word, Let every lamp be burning: For O, we, etc. Each chord on earth to sever : For O, we, etc. David Nelson 633 6 4 OF6 4 CHRISTIAN VICTOR Joy - fully, joyful spirits a. bove; haste to thy home! d. Home to more shall IOS, D. I the land of bright spirits I move, Bound to the pilgrim - age go; A. D. Merrill Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear! land of bright joy - fully ed be 2 Friends, fondly cherished, have passed on before; Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear; - Pilgrim and stranger no 2: roam, Joyfully, joy - fully resting at home. A MEN. d. d. d. low, d. b4 564 Lord, for to-morrow and its needs I do not pray; Keep me, my God, from nd: William Hunter 2 Let me no wrong or idle word Set Thou a seal upon my lips Let me in season, Lord, be grave, E to la rall. H. R. Palmer 1 bor earnestly, 1. LE be kind in word and deed, Father, to day. AMEN. ÉÉ O Thou, who art in spiring My yearning and say, "Dear God, Thy will hear - est al ways when I pray! Hear on - ly, what so. Į 2 I could not joy in praying, 3 Such dread, my faith o'ertasking, 4 Let not my selfish crying Disturb Thy love's replying! I shall not mourn the things I miss If Thou but make me sure of this; Dear God, Thy will be done, And Thine alone! de sir Joseph Barnby Rossiter W. Raymond Far from my heaven-ly home, 2 Upon the willows long My harp has silent hung; How should I sing a cheerful song, Till Thou inspire my tongue? I cry "Blest Spirit, come! And speed me S. M. 3 My spirit homeward turns, And fain would thither flee: My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, When I remember thee. 637 I Come, Lord, and tarry not; Bring the long looked-for day; Far from my 2 Come, for creation groans, 5 Come, and begin Thy reign नै A-MEN. 4 To thee, to thee I press, A dark and toilsome road: When shall I pass the wilderness, And reach the saints' abode? Horatius Bonar 5 God of my life, be near! On Thee my hopes I cast: O, guide me through the desert here And bring me home at last! Henry F. Lyte 3 Come, for love waxes cold, Its steps are faint and slow; Faith now is lost in unbelief, Hope's lamp burns dim and low. 4 Come, and make all things new; Build up this ruined earth; Restore our faded Paradise, Creation's second birth. |