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Hark, hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling

Author: Frederick W. Faber Hymnal: BWHT1899 #587a (1899) Lyrics: 1 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 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. [Refrain] 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. [Refrain] 4 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. [Refrain] Amen. Topics: Angels; Heaven Our Home Languages: English Tune Title: PILGRIMS

Hark, hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling

Hymnal: BWHT1899 #587b (1899) Lyrics: 1 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! Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night! 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. [Refrain] 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. [Refrain] 4 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. [Refrain] Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: VOX ANGELICA

Hark! the sound of holy voices

Author: Christopher Wordsworth Hymnal: BWHT1899 #588 (1899) Lyrics: 1 Hark! the sound of holy voices, Chanting at the crystal sea, Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, Lord, to Thee! Multitudes, which none can number, Like the stars in glory stand, Clothed in white apparel, holding Palms of victory in their hands. 2 They have come from tribulation, And have washed their robes in blood, Washed them in the blood of Jesus; Tried they were and firm they stood. Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, Sawn asunder, slain with sword, They have conquered death and Satan By the might of Christ the Lord. 3 Now they reign in heavenly glory, Now they walk in golden light, Now they drink, as from a river, Holy bliss and infinite; Love and peace they taste for ever, And all truth and knowledge see In the beatific vision Of the blessèd Trinity. Amen. Topics: White Robes Languages: English Tune Title: AUSTRIAN HYMN

Jerusalem on high

Author: Samuel Crossman Hymnal: BWHT1899 #589 (1899) Lyrics: 1 Jerusalem on high, My song and city is, My home whene’er I die, The centre of my bliss; Oh, happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? 2 There dwells my Lord, my King, Judged here unfit to live; There angels to Him sing And lowly homage give; Oh, happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? 3 The patriarchs of old There from their travels cease; The prophets there behold Their longed-for Prince of Peace; Oh, happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? 4 The Lamb’s apostles there I might with joy behold, The harpers I might hear Harping on harps of gold: Oh, happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? 5 The bleeding martyrs, they Within these courts are found, Clothèd in pure array, Their scars with glory crowned; Oh, happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? 6 Ah me! ah me! that I In Kedar’s tent here stay; No place like that on high; Lord thither guide my way; Oh, happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? Amen. Topics: Heaven Our Home; Heaven Longings for; Jerusalem; Martyrs Languages: English Tune Title: SHAMOKIN

There is an hour of hallowed peace

Author: William B. Tappan Hymnal: BWHT1899 #590 (1899) Lyrics: 1 There is an hour of hallowed peace For those with cares oppressed, When sighs and sorrowing shall cease, And all be hushed to rest. 2 ‘Tis then the soul is freed from fears And doubts that here annoy; Then they, who oft have sown in tears, Shall reap again in joy. 3 There is a home of sweet repose, Where storms assail no more; The stream of endless pleasure flows On that celestial shore. 4 There, purity with love appears, And bliss without alloy; Then they that oft have sown in tears Shall reap eternal joy. Amen. Topics: Heaven Rest in Languages: English Tune Title: ALEXANDRIA

We are but strangers here

Author: Thomas R. Taylor Hymnal: BWHT1899 #591 (1899) Lyrics: 1 We are but strangers here, Heaven is our home; Earth is a desert drear, Heaven is our home. Danger and sorrow stand Round us on every hand, Heaven is our fatherland, Heaven is our home. 2 What though the tempest rage, Heaven is our home; Short is our pilgrimage, Heaven is our home. And Time's wild wintry blast Soon shall be overpast, We shall reach home at last; Heaven is our home. 3 There at my Saviour's side, Heaven is our home; May we be glorified, Heaven is our home. There are the good and blest, Those we love most and best, Grant us with them to rest; Heaven is our home. 4 Grant us to murmur not, Heaven is our home; Whate'er our earthly lot, Heaven is our home. Grant us at last to stand There at Thine own right hand, Jesus, in Fatherland: Heaven is our home. Amen. Topics: Heaven Our Home Languages: English Tune Title: OAK

There is an hour of peaceful rest

Author: William B. Tappan 1822-1846 Hymnal: BWHT1899 #592 (1899) Lyrics: 1 There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast-- ’Tis found above--in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls By sin and sorrow driven; When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals, When storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear--but heaven. 3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects given; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene--in heaven. 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There joys divine disperse the gloom: Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven. Amen. Topics: Heaven Rest in Languages: English Tune Title: WOODLAND

O Mother dear, Jerusalem!

Author: David Dickson Hymnal: BWHT1899 #593a (1899) Lyrics: 1 O Mother dear, Jerusalem! When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbor of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow can be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 2 No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun, For God Himself gives light. O my sweet home, Jerusalem, Thy joys when shall I see? The King that sitteth on thy throne In His felicity? 3 Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. Right through thy streets, with silver sound, The living waters flow, And on the banks, on either side, The trees of life do grow. 4 Those trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring: There evermore the angels are And evermore do sing. Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee; Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! Amen. Topics: Heaven Anticipated; Heaven Bliss of; Heaven Longings for; Jerusalem Languages: English Tune Title: MATERNA

O Mother dear, Jerusalem!

Hymnal: BWHT1899 #593b (1899) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O Mother dear, Jerusalem! When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbor of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow can be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 2 No murky cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun, For God Himself gives light. O my sweet home, Jerusalem, Thy joys when shall I see? The King that sitteth on thy throne In His felicity? 3 Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. Right through thy streets, with silver sound, The living waters flow, And on the banks, on either side, The trees of life do grow. 4 Those trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring: There evermore the angels are And evermore do sing. Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee; Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: SELWOOD

Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love

Author: Philip Doddridge Hymnal: BWHT1899 #594 (1899) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above; Thy servants to that rest aspire With ardent hope and strong desire. 2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin, nor death shall reach the place; No groans shall mingle with the songs That dwell upon immortal tongues. 3 No rude alarms of raging foes; No cares to break our long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. 4 O long-expected day, begin! Dawn on these realms of woe and sin! Fain would we leave this weary road, And sleep in death, to rest with God. Amen. Topics: Heaven Rest in; Sabbath Languages: English Tune Title: LOWELL