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ocean's wave-beat shore: How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
Angels of light, Sing-ing to wel-come the pil-grims of the night! A-MEN.
2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
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 3, 4, alt.
2 All the walls of that dear city
3 From the throne a river issues,
Like a sudden beam of light.
4 There the meadows green and dewy
5 There the wind is sweetly fragrant,
6 0 I would my ears were open
O that I had wings, etc.
Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould, 1865
ST. MARGUERITE C. M.
Rev. Edward C. Walker, 1876
1 There is a land of pure de light, Where saints im mor
fi- nite day ex- cludes the night, And pleasures ban - ish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
And linger, shivering, on the brink,
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 5 O could we make our doubts remove.
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
MEDITATION C. M.
Rev. Isaac Watts, 1707
John H. Gower, 1890
1 There is a land of pure de - light, Where saints im
Infinite day ex- cludes the night, And pleas-ures ban - ish pain. A-MEN.
Copyright by JOHN H. GOWER
O how glo-rious are the praises Which of thee the proph-ets sing!
(See also REGENT SQUARE, No. 302)
2 There for ever and for ever
That within thy walls is stored.
3 There no cloud or passing vapor
4 O how glorious and resplendent,
5 Now with gladness, now with courage,
That hereafter these thy labors
And in everlasting glory
Thou with joy may'st be arrayed.
Anon. (Latin, 15th cent.) Trans. by Rev. John M. Neale, 1854: verse 1, line 2, alt.
The following Hymns are also suitable :
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.
443 When this passing world is done.
590 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings.
613 The roseate hues of early dawn.
619 The saints of God! Their conflict past.