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Hark, hark,my soul,
an - gel - ic songs are swell - ing O’er earth's green fields and
1 ARK, hark, my soul, angelic songs are 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, swelling
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea;
And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee. shore: How sweet the truth those blessed strains are 4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and telling
dreary, Of that new life when sin shall be no more! The day must dawn and darksome night be past; Angels of Jesus, angels of light,
All journeys end in welcomes to the weary, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!
And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at
last. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
5 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping; "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come,”
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, The music of the gospel leads us home.
And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.
Frederick W. Faber, 1854: v. 5, lines 3, 4, alt.
When on my day of life the night is fall-ing, And, in the winds from unsunn'd spaces
I hear far voic - es out of darkness call-ing My feet to paths unknown. Amen.
3 Be near me when all else is from me drifting, –
Earth, sky, home's pictures, days of shade and shine,
The love which answers mine.
4 I have but Thee, my Father, let Thy Spirit
Be with me then to comfort and uphold !
Nor street of shining gold.
5 Suffice it if- my good and ill unreckoned,
And both forgiven through Thy abounding grace-
Unto my fitting place,
6 Some humble door among Thy many mansions,
Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease-
The river of Thy peace.
I fain would learn the new and holy song,
John Greenleaf Whittier, 1882
Love ARMAGEDDON 6. 5. 6. 5. 12 1.
Who will serve the King ?
Other lives to bring?
Who will face the foe?
By "I'hy grace divine,
Saviour, we are Thine. 2 Not for weight of glory,
Not for crown and palm,
Raise the warrior psalm;
Lives for whom He died :
By Thy grace divine,
Saviour, we are Thine.
3 Jesus, Thou hast bought us,
Not with gold or gem,
For Thy diadem:
Each who comes to Thee,
By 'l'hy grace divine,
Saviour, we are Thine. 4 Fierce may be the conflict,
Strong may be the foe, But the King's own army
None can overthrow :
Victory is secure;
By Thy grace divine,
Frances R. Havergal, 1877
1 ing, When man's work is
the night is
for the night is coming: Work through the morning hours; Work while the dew is sparkling;
A - men.
Give to each flying minute
Something to keep in store;
When man works no more.
Work 'mid springing flowers; Work while the day grows brighter,
Under the glowing sun; Work, for the night is coming,
When man's work is done.
2 Work, for the night is coming:
Work through the sunny noon; Fill the bright hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon;
3 Work, for the night is coming:
Under the sunset skies,
Work, for daylight flies;
Fadeth to shine no more;
Anna L. Coghill, 1854