(J=100) The roseate hues of ear ly dawn, The bright-ness of the day,

the sunset sky, How fast they fade away!

Oh, for the pearly gates of heav'n, Oh, for the gold - en floor,

Oh, for the Sun of right-eous-ness That set-teth never more! Amen.

485 RUTHERFORD 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.5 Arr. fr. CHRETIEN D'URHAN by EDMUND F. RIMBAULT 64 4

(J=104) The sands of time are sinking, The dawn of Heaven breaks,

mer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn a wakes.

Oh! dark hath been the midnight, But day - spring is at
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hand,

a land of pure de light, Where saints im- mor- tal reign;

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There is

In

a land of pure de-light, Where saints im-mortal reign; Į finite day ex - cludes the night And pleas-ures banish pain.

Death, like a nar-row sea, di- vides This heav'nly land from ours. A- men.

2 Nearer my Father's house,

Where many mansions be,

There rolls the deep and unknown stream
To be crossed ere we reach the light.

Nearer to-day the great white throne, 5 Jesus, perfect my trust,

Nearer the crystal sea.

3 Nearer the bound of life,

Where burdens are laid down, Nearer to leave the heavy cross,

Nearer to gain the crown.

4 But lying dark between,

Winding down through the night,

Strengthen my power of faith:
Nor let me stand at last alone
Upon the shore of death;

6 Feel Thee near when my feet
Are slipping o'er the brink;
For it may be I'm nearer home,
Nearer now than I think.

Amen. PHOEBE CARY, alt.