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11s, 10s. With Refrain. HARK! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are
swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean'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, Angels of light,
Singing to welcome the pilgrims
of the night! 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them
come ; And through the dark, its echoes sweetly
ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home.
- Ref. 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening peal
ing; The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and
sea, And laden souls by thousands meekly steal
ing; Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps
to Thee.- Ref. 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 last. — Ref.
5 Angels, sing on your faithful watches
keeping ; 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. — Ref.
F. W. Faber.
10,4, 10,4,10,10. LEAD, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on ; The night is dark, and I am far from home;
Lead Thou me on: Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene, -one step enough for me. 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path ; but now
Lead Thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past
years. 3 So long Thy power has blest me, sure it
Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel-faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
J. H. Newman.
L. M. We thank Thee, Lord, for this fair earth,
The glitt'ring sky, the silver sea ; For all their beauty, all their worth,
Their light and glory, come from Thee. 2 Thine are the flowers that clothe the ground,
The trees that wave their arms above, The hills that gird our dwellings round,
As Thou dost gird Thine own with love. 3 Yet teach us still how far more fair,
More glorious, Father, in Thy sight, Is one pure deed, one holy prayer,
One heart that owns Thy Spirit's might. 4 So while we gaze with thoughtful eye
On all the gifts Thy love has given, Help us in Thee to live and die, By Thee to rise from earth to heaven.
G. E. L. Cotton.
11s, 10s. PRAISE ye Jehovah ! praise the Lord most
holy, Who cheers the contrite, girds with
strength the weak; Praise Him who will with glory crown the
lowly, And with salvation beautify the meek. 2 Praise ye the Lord, for all His loving kind
ness, And all the tender mercy He hath shown ; Praise Him who pardons all our sin and
blindness, And calls us sons, and takes us for His
3 Praise ye Jehovah, source of every blessing, Before His gifts earth's richest boons are
dim; Resting in Him, His peace and joy possess
ing, All things are ours, for we have all in
4 Praise ye the Father, God the Lord who
gave us, With full and perfect love, His only Son ; Praise ye the Son who died Himself to
save us ; Praise ye the Spirit, praise the Three in One.
Ye people of His choice ;
With heart and soul and voice.
2 Though high above all praise,
Above all blessings high,
And laud, and magnify ?
3 Oh, for the living flame
From His own altar brought,
And wing to Heaven our thought!
4 There, with benign regard,
Our hymns He deigns to hear ;
The spirit feels Him near.
5 God is our strength and song
And His salvation ours ;
With all our ransomed powers. 6 Stand up, and bless the Lord ;
The Lord your God adore ;
J. Montgomery. 818
10s. BLESSING and honor and glory and power, Wisdom and riches and strength evermore, Give ye to Him who our battle hath won, Whose are the kingdom, the crown, and
the throne. 2 Past are the darkness, the storm, and the
war ; Come is the radiance that sparkled afar ; Breaketh the gleam of the day without end ;
Riseth the sun that shall never descend. 3 Ever ascendeth the song and the joy,
Ever descendeth the love from on high, Blessing and honor and glory and praise, This is the theme of the hymns that we
raise. 4 Life of all life, and true Light of all light,
Star of the dawning, unchangingly bright, Sun of the Salem, whose light is the Lamb,
Theme of the ever-new, ever-glad psalm ! 5 Give we the glory and praise to the Lamb,
Take we the robe and the harp and the palm, Sing we the song of the Lamb that was slain, Dying in weakness, but rising to reign.
H. Bonar. Ab.