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632 SHINING SHORE 8, 7, D.

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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.

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George F. Root

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

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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

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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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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;

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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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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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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

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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.

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I Come, Lord, and tarry not;

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

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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.

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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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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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