1 Hark! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling Cho.-Angels of Jesus, Angels of light! Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. ̧(Rep.) 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 66 Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come"; And, through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home. (Cho.) 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, (Cho.) 4 Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary; The day must dawn, and darksome night be past: Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary, And Heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. (Cho.) 5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping; 73 74 1 Come to the Saviour. 1 Come to the Saviour, make no delay, Tenderly saying, “Come." Cho.-Joyful, joyful will the meeting be (Cho.) When from sin our hearts are pure and free, In our eternal home. 2 "Suffer the children!" Oh, hear His voice; Do not delay, but come. 3 Think once again, He 's with us to-day; "Will you, my children, Come?" Whosoever Will. "Whosoever heareth," shout, shout the sound! (Cho.) (Cho.) Prize, p. 7. D 75 Cho. "Whosoever will, whosoever will," Send the proclamation over vale and hill; 2 Whosoever cometh need not delay; Now the door is open, enter while ye may; 3 "Whosoever will," the promise secure; (Cho.) (Cho.) Loving Father. Prize, p. 9. 1 Loving Father, hear thy children, 76 1 2 Asking not from pain to save us, But from sin, the cause of pain; This is the Sabbath Day. Peaceful the morning, quiet the day, Prize, p. 15. Cho.-Hark and hear the pleasant Sabbath bells; 2 Sweet are the songs that here we shall sing, Lord, from Thy holy word. (Cho.) 77 1 78 3 Gather the children, lead them along; And, through the lessons, here may they learn 4 And when we join in service of prayer, Oh, let us love Him. (Cho.) (Cho.) Prize, p. 32. He is the Sepherd, gentle and loving, 2 In His green pastures, fragrant and blooming, 3 Seeking the lost ones, cheering the lonely, 1 The Shining Shore. My days are gliding swiftly by, Those hours of toil and danger. Cho. For oh! we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over, (Cho.) (Cho.) Prize, p. 37. And just before, the shining shore 2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, Our distant home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word, Let ev'ry lamp be burning. Cho. Should coming days be cold and Let sorrow's rudest tempests blow, We need not cease our singing; That perfect rest naught can molest Where golden harps are ringing. 79 1 Cho. our home For ever, oh! for ever. Knocking, Knocking. Knocking, knocking, who is there? 2 Cho. Prize, p. 52. For the weeds and ivy-vine, With their dark and clinging tendrils, Ever round the hinges twine. 3 Knocking, knocking - what! still there? Waiting, waiting, grand and fair? Knocking, knocking, still He 's Yes, the piercèd hand still knocketh; there, Waiting, waiting, wondrous fair; 80 And beneath the crowned hair Beam the patient eyes, so tender, Of thy Saviour, waiting there. Never from Thee will we Stray. 1 Tenderly guide us, O Shepherd of Love, Cho.-Never, never, never, oh! never, for Thou art the way; 2 What though the heavens with clouds be o'ercast, What though the river of Death bar the way! (Cho.) 3 Over our weakness Thy strength hath been cast; (Cho.) ( Prize, (p. 69. |