415 PILGRIMS

IIS, IOS. With Refrain

H. Smart, 1868

1. HARK! hark, my soul! An - gel - ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields, and d

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o-cean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are telling

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that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of

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Angels 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,
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you 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 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 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.

o-cean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are telling

Angels of light, Singing to wel-come the pil-grims of the night!

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Singing to wel-come the pil-grims, the pil-grims of the night! A- men.

Ancient

2 What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne?
What are the peace and the joy that they own?
Oh, that the blest ones, who in it have share,
All that they feel could as fully declare!

3 Truly Jerusalem name we that shore,

Vision of peace, that brings joy evermore;
Wish and fulfilment can severed be ne'er,

Nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer.
4 There, where no troubles distraction can bring,
We the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing;

While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise
Thy blessed people eternally raise,

5 There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o'er,
Those Sabbath-keepers have one evermore;
One and unending is that triumph-song
Which to the angels and us shall belong.

6 Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high,
We for that country must yearn and must sigh;
Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,

Through our long exile on Babylon's strand.

7 Low before Him with our praises we fall,

Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom are all;
Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the Son;

Through Whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One.

1. TEN thousand times ten thou-sand In spark-ling rai - ment bright,

ran-somed saints Throng up the steeps of light: bd

finished! all is finished, Their fight with death and sin:....

Fling open wide the gold - en gates, And let the vic-tors in.

1. THE Home - land! O the Home - land! The land of souls free - born!