354 WAKE, awake, for night is flying, The watchmen on the heights are crying: Midnight hears the welcome voices, And for His marriage feast prepare, 2 Zion hears the watchmen singing, O Jesus, Son of God, We follow till the halls we see Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee. 3 Now let all the heavens adore Thee, Nor eye hath seen; nor ear But we rejoice and sing to Thee Ph. Nicolai. C. Winkworth, Tr. 355 HARK! [ARK! hark, my soul, angelic songs are swel ling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wavebeat shore; How sweet the truth those blesséd strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more! Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the 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 ring ing, The music of the Gospel leads us home. 3 Far, far away, like bells at ev'ning 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 Angels of Jesus, etc. 4 Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary; The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Faith's journeys end in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at las. Angels of Jesus, etc. 5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keep ing; 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. Angels of Jesus, etc. 356 LET me go, let me go, F. W. Faber. Lord, to me Thy presence show; 2 || Sweetest Light,: || Sun that scatter'st clouds in flight, O when shall I come before Thee, When shall I with saints adore Thee, Dwelling in Thy presence bright!: || 3 : Ah, how clear,: || Ring the angel voices there! 4 || What shall be,: || All the joy laid up for me, Lord, I know not, eyes are holden Till Jersualem the golden In its beauty I shall see. : || 5 | Paradise,: || Fairest fruits delight our eyes, Where the Tree of Life is planted, Bliss beyond our dreams is granted; ||: Bring us, Lord, to Paradise! : || 357 E. Knak. H. R. Krauth, Tr. THERE many shall come from the east and the west, And sit at the feast of salvation, With Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the blest, Obeying the Lord's invitation: Have mercy upon us, O Jesus! 2 But they who have always resisted His grace, Eternally lost and unfriended. Have mercy upon us, O Jesus! 3 O may we all hear when our Shepherd doth call, In accents persuasive and tender, That while there is time we make haste, one and all, And find Him, our mighty Defender! M. B. Landstad. P. O. Stromme, Tr. 358 'ER the distant mountains breaking, Comes the reddening dawn of day; Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray; 'Tis thy Savior, 'tis thy Savior, On His bright returning way. 2 O Thou long-expected, weary Waits my anxious soul for Thee, 3 Nearer is my soul's salvation, Spent the night, the day at hand; |