a land of pure de-light, Where saints im - mor - tal reign;

nite day ex- cludes the night, And pleas-ures ban-ish pain. There

ev - er-last-ing spring a-bides, And never-withering flow'rs; Death,like a narrow

2 O'er all those wide-extended plains Filled with delight, my raptured soul

1. Hark! hark,my soul! An-gel - ic songs are swelling, O'er earth's green fields and

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the gospel leads us home. - REF.
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.
4 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping,

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

REF.

REF. Frederick W. Faber

5II HOME, SWEET HOME

II. II. II. II. with Refrain

Ancient Melody

D.S. O Sav-iour,di-rect me to heaven my home.

2 The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away;
They bloom for a season, but soon they decay;
But pleasures more lasting in Jesus are given,
Salvation on earth and a mansion in heaven.
3 Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms!
The Saviour invites me, I'll go to his arms;
At the banquet of mercy I hear there is room,
O there may I feast with his children at home!

4 The days of my exile are passing away,

The time is approaching when Jesus will say,
"Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne,
And dwell in my presence forever at home."

1. Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better por- tion trace;

Rise from tran si to ry things Towards heav'n,thy na tive place.