1 Hark! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling
O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wave-beat shore:
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be no more.

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,

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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,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea;
And laden souls by thousands, meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.

(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;
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above,
Till morning joy shall end the night of weeping,
And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.

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Come to the Saviour.

1 Come to the Saviour, make no delay,
Here in His word He 's shown us the way;
Here in our 'midst He 's standing to-day,

Tenderly saying, “Come."

Cho.-Joyful, joyful will the meeting be

(Cho.)

When from sin our hearts are pure and free,
And we shall gather, Saviour, with Thee

In our eternal home.

2 "Suffer the children!" Oh, hear His voice;
Let every heart leap forth and rejoice,
And let us freely make Him our choice;

Do not delay, but come.

3 Think once again, He 's with us to-day;
Heed now His blest commands and obey;
Hear now His accents tenderly say,

"Will you, my children, Come?"

Whosoever Will.

"Whosoever heareth," shout, shout the sound!
Send the blessed tidings all the world around;
Spread the joyful news wherever man is "found,
"Whosoever will may come."

(Cho.)

(Cho.)

Prize,

p. 7.

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Cho. "Whosoever will, whosoever will,"

Send the proclamation over vale and hill;
"Tis a loving Father calls the wand'rer home;
"Whosoever will may come."

2 Whosoever cometh need not delay;

Now the door is open, enter while ye may;
Jesus is the true, the only living way;
"Whosoever will may come."

3 "Whosoever will," the promise secure;
"Whosoever will," forever must endure;
"Whosoever will," 'tis life forevermore;
"Whosoever will may come."

(Cho.)

(Cho.)

Loving Father.

Prize, p. 9.

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Loving Father, hear thy children,
Kneeling low before thy throne;
Oh, accept our humble worship,
Jesus, Saviour, God alone.
Give us hearts to love Thee truly,
And to love each other too;
Make us gentle, kind, obedient,
In all things we say or do.

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Asking not from pain to save us,

But from sin, the cause of pain;
Cleanse our souls and make us holy,
Lead us in Thy way again.
Give us here Thy sweet supporting,
Help us all to do Thy will,
That at last, in heavenly mansions,
We may love and serve Thee still.

This is the Sabbath Day.

Peaceful the morning, quiet the day,
Now are the week's cares folded away,
Hushed into stillness now is the air,
Welcome the Sabbath fair.

Prize,

p. 15.

Cho.-Hark and hear the pleasant Sabbath bells;
Far and near the sounding echo swells;
Sweetly to all their tones seem to say,
This is the Sabbath day.

2 Sweet are the songs that here we shall sing,
Tender the spirits hither we bring,
Dear are the lessons oft we have heard,

Lord, from Thy holy word.

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3 Gather the children, lead them along;
Bring them to join in service of song.

And, through the lessons, here may they learn
Unto the Lord to turn.

4 And when we join in service of prayer,
May we, our Father, know Thou art there;
Dear gentle Shepherd, Thy flock are we;
Gather us now to Thee!

Oh, let us love Him.

(Cho.)

(Cho.)

Prize,

p. 32.

He is the Sepherd, gentle and loving,
Guarding with care all the lambs of His fold,
Tenderly leading, bounteously feeding,
Shielding them all from the storm and the cold.
Cho. -Oh, let us love Him; oh, let us love Him!
He is our Saviour, our Father, and Friend;
Let us adore Him, bowing before Him,
Upward to Him let our off'rings ascend.

2 In His green pastures, fragrant and blooming,
Softer than wool to the dear little feet,
Walking beside them, see how He guides them,
Calling in accents so tender.and sweet.

3 Seeking the lost ones, cheering the lonely,
Giving to each of His infinite love,
Blessing the meek ones, aiding the weak ones,
Bringing them all to the pastures above.

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The Shining Shore.

My days are gliding swiftly by,
And I, a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly,

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
We may almost discover.

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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,
dark,
Each chord on earth to sever,
Our King says, Come! and there's

We need not cease our singing; That perfect rest naught can molest Where golden harps are ringing.

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our home

For ever, oh! for ever.

Knocking, Knocking.

Knocking, knocking, who is there?
Waiting, waiting, oh, how fair!
'Tis a pilgrim strange and kingly,
Never such was seen before.
Ah, my soul, for such a wonder
Wilt thou not undo the door?

2

Cho.

Prize, p. 52.

For the weeds and ivy-vine, With their dark and clinging tendrils,

Ever round the hinges twine.

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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;
But the door is hard to open,

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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,
To the green pastures and waters above;
Guarding us ever by night and by day,
Never from Thee will we stray.

Cho.-Never, never, never, oh! never, for Thou art the way;
Never, never, never, from Thee will we stray.

2 What though the heavens with clouds be o'ercast,
Fearful the tempest and bitter the blast!

What though the river of Death bar the way!
Never from Thee will we stray.

(Cho.)

3 Over our weakness Thy strength hath been cast;
Keep us, in meekness, Thine own till the last;
Then, safely folded where Thou art the Day,
Never from Thee will we stray.

(Cho.)

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