We haste along, in pomp of song, ff 3 Lamb of God, the heavens adore Thee, And men and angels sing before Thee, With harp and cymbal's clearest tone. mf By the pearly gates in wonder We stand, and swell the voice of thunder, That echoes round Thy dazzling throne. p No vision ever brought, No ear hath ever caught, Such bliss and joy: ff We raise the song, we swell the throng, To praise Thee ages all along. 4I (FIRST TUNE) 8. 7. 8. 7. MERTON W. H. Monk = f 84. Hark! a thrill-ing voice is sound- ing; "Christ is nigh," it seems to say; f "Cast a way the works of dark-ness, O ye chil-dren of the day." A-MEN. mf 2 Wakened by the solemn warning, f 3 Lo! the Lamb, so long expected, Comes with pardon down from heaven; dim Let us haste, with tears of sorrow, One and all to be forgiven; = 84. Hark! a thrill- ing voice is sound ing;"Christ is nigh," it seems to say; f 42 8. 8. 8. 8. 8. 8. PENIEL mf 70. O quick-ly come,dread Judge of all; For, aw-ful tho' Thine ad -vent be, mf cr All sha-dows from the truth will fall, And false-hood die, in sight of Thee: O quickly come: for doubt and fear Like clouds dissolve when Thou art near. A-MEN. Up! pray,and watch, and wrestle! At mid-night comes the cry. A-MEN. 包 mf 2 See that your lamps are burning; Replenish them with oil; Look now for your salvation, cr Go meet Him as He cometh, f f3 O wise and holy virgins, Now raise your voices higher, mp 4 The marriage-feast is waiting, cr Arise, Thou Sun so longed for, f With hearts and hands uplifted, We plead, O Lord, to see The day of earth's redemption, And ever be with Thee! L. Laurenti: TR. S. Findlater |