412 PILGRIMS II IO II IO With Refrain Henry Smart, 1868 1. Hark, hark, my soul! An - gel - ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields and o-cean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. REFRAIN Angels of Jesus, An- gels 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 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping; Frederick W. Faber, 1854 VOX ANGELICA II 10 II ΙΟ With Refrain (Second Tune) John Bacchus Dykes, 1868 1. Hark, hark, my soul! An-gel- ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields, and 4 o-cean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are telling Singing to wel-come the pil-grims, the pil-grims of the night. A-MEN. 413 RUTHERFORD 7 6 7 6 7 6 7 6 Chrétien D'Urhan, 1834 Har. Edward F. Rimbault, 1867 1. The sands of time are sinking, The dawn of heaven breaks, 4 4 The sum - mer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn a wakes. Dark, dark, hath been the midnight, But day - spring is at hand, And glory, glo ry dwelleth In Immanuel's land. A-MEN. 2 O Christ, He is the Fountain, 3 With mercy and with judgment And aye the dews of sorrow Were brightened with His love: I'll bless the hand that guided, I'll bless the heart that planned When throned where glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. 4 The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear bridegroom's face; I will not gaze at glory, But on my King of grace; 414 HOMELAND 76767676 bb Arthur Sullivan, 1867 1. The home- land, O the homeland, The land of souls free - born! y night is known there, But aye the fade - less morn: I'm sighing for that coun try, My heart is aching here; There is no pain in the home-land, To which I'm draw-ing near. A-MEN. 2 My Lord is in the homeland, With angels bright and fair; No sinful thing nor evil, Can ever enter there; Is ringing in my ears, And when I think of the homeland, 3 For loved ones in the homeland Are waiting me to come, Where neither death nor sorrow Invade their holy home: O dear, dear native country! Christ bring us all to the homeland Of His eternal love. Hugh Reginald Haweis, 1855 2 Nearer my Father's house, Where many mansions be; There rolls the deep and unknown stream That leads at last to light. Nearer to-day the great white throne, 5 Ev'n now, perchance, my feet Nearer the crystal sea. 3 Nearer the bound of life, Where burdens are laid down; 4 But, lying dark between, Winding down through the night, Are slipping on the brink, 6 Father, perfect my trust! Strengthen my power of faith! Nor let me stand, at last, alone Upon the shore of death. Arrangement Copyright, 1907, by The Biglow & Main Co. 2 No weeping yonder! 3 No parting yonder! |