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632 SHINING SHORE 8, 7, D.


2 Father in Heaven! O, hear when we call;
Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of all.
Feeble and fainting, we trust in Thy might;
In doubting and darkness, Thy love be our light.
Let us sleep on Thy breast when the night taper burns,
Wake in Thy arms when morning returns. Father, etc.


George F. Root

My days are gliding swift-ly by, And I, a pil-grim stranger, Would not de


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



We may almost dis-cov-er. A-MEN.

3 Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest nought can molest,
Where golden harps are ringing.
For O, we, etc.

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 :
Our King says, Come, and there's our home,
Forever, O, forever!

For O, we, etc.

David Nelson


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A. D. Merrill

Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear!
Rings with the harmony Heaven's high dome,
Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home.

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2 Friends, fondly cherished, have passed on before;
Waiting, they watch me approaching the shore;
Singing, to cheer me through death's chilling gloom,
"Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home."

Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear;


Pilgrim and stranger no


roam, Joyfully, joy - fully resting at home. A MEN.

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William Hunter

2 Let me no wrong or idle word
Unthinking say:

Set Thou a seal upon my lips
Through all to-day.

Let me in season, Lord, be grave,
In season gay:
Let me be faithful to Thy grace,
Dear Lord, to-day.


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H. R. Palmer


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be kind in word and deed, Father, to day. AMEN.


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2 I could not joy in praying,
My heart before Thee laying,
Did I not know I cannot move
The wiser purpose of Thy love!
Dear God, Thy will be done,
And Thine alone!

3 Such dread, my faith o'ertasking,
Would silence all my asking;
How should I dare a single hour
To borrow Thine almighty power?
Dear God, Thy will be done,
And Thine alone!

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!

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Joseph Barnby

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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.

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3 My spirit homeward turns,

And fain would thither flee: My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, When I remember thee.


I Come, Lord, and tarry not;

Bring the long looked-for day;
O, why these years of waiting here.
These ages of delay ?

Far from my

2 Come, for creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.

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5 Come, and begin Thy reign
Of everlasting peace;
Come, take the kingdom to Thyself,
Great King of Righteousness.



4 To thee, to thee I press,

A dark and toilsome road: When shall I pass the wilderness, And reach the saints' abode?

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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.

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