Hark! hark,my soul! An -gel -ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are tell - ing ing Sing ing to welcome the pil-grims, the pil-grims of the night! A On Thy name shall call ;When the sinner,seeking life, At Thy feet shall fall: Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry In heav'n,Thy dwelling-place on high. A-men. 9:25 2 When the worldling, sick at heart, Lifts his soul above; When the prodigal looks back To his Father's love; When the proud man, in his pride, Stoops to seek Thy face; When the burdened brings his guilt To Thy throne of grace: Hear then in love,. O Lord, the cry In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high. 3 When the stranger asks a home, And the poor a friend; Bows the fervent knee; When the soldier on the field Lifts his heart to Thee: Hear then in love, O Lord, the cry In heaven, Thy dwelling-place on high. That in Thine o-cean depths its flow May rich - er, ́ full 2 0 Light that followest all my way, 30 Joy that seekest me through pain, I trace the rainbow through the rain, 4 O Cross that liftest up my head, I lay in dust life's glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms red GEORGE MATHESON, 1882 Destitute, despised, for- sak - en, Thou,from hence,my all shalt be: Perish, ev - 'ry fond am - bi- tion, All I've sought, and hoped,and known; Yet how rich is my con-dition, God and heav'n are still my own. A-men. (Or to Crucifer, opposite) 2 Take, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee, What a Father's smile is thine, What a Saviour died to win thee: Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? 3 Haste, then, on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. HENRY F. LYTE, 1825 |