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641 PILGRIMS (SMART) 220.127.116.11.9.11.
Henry Smart, 1868
1 Hark! hark, my soul! An gelic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields and
ocean's wave-beat shore: How sweet the truth those bless - ed strains are tell ing
2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
Angels of light, Sing-ing to wel-come the pil-grims of the night! A-MEN.
3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary,
And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.
5 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping;
Rev. Frederick W. Faber, 1854: verse 4, line 3; verse 5, lines 18.104.22.168.9.11. Rev. John B. Dykes, 1868 cres.
O'er earth's green fields and
1 Hark! hark, my soul! An gel- ic songs are swell-ing
o-cean's wave-beat shore: How sweet the truth those bless - ed strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Je sus,
642 DAILY, DAILY 22.214.171.124.D.
1 Daily, daily sing the prais - es Of the cit y
6 0 I would my ears were open
Here to catch that happy strain!
O that I had wings, etc.
4 There the meadows green and dewy
5 There the wind is sweetly fragrant,
Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould, 1865
2 There everlasting spring abides,
Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
MEDITATION C. M.
Infinite day ex- cludes the night, And pleasures ban - ish pain.
Copyright by JOHN H. GOWER
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 5 O could we make our doubts remove.
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
1 There is a land of pure de - light, Where saints im
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
And linger, shivering, on the brink,
Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707
John H. Gower, 1890
In - finite day ex- cludes the night, And pleas-ures ban - ish pain. A-MEN.
er than the heart
Salem, Vis ion whence true peace doth spring,
2 There for ever and for ever
Is the feast-day of the Lord;
That within thy walls is stored.
(See also REGENT SQUARE, No. 302)
Man - sion
3 There no cloud or passing vapor Dims the brightness of the air; Endless noonday, glorious noonday,
From the Sun of suns is there; There no night brings rest from labor, There unknown are toil and care.
how glo-rious are the praises Which of thee the proph-ets sing!
13 The radiant morn hath passed away. 57 Upward where the stars are burning. 261 Ten thousand times ten thousand. 427 Who are these like stars appearing. 429 Hark! the sound of holy voices. 430 Give me the wings of faith to rise.
Sir George C. Martin, 1889
of the highest King;
The following Hymns are also suitable :
5 Now with gladness, now with courage,
May with endless gifts be paid,
Thou with joy may'st be arrayed.
Anon. (Latin, 15th cent.) Trans. by Rev. John M. Neale, 1854: verse 1, line 2, alt.
4 O how glorious and resplendent,
443 When this passing world is done.
590 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings. 594 Forward! be our watchword.
613 The roseate hues of early dawn.