THE GOLDEN SHORE.
We are out on the ocean sailing, Homeward bound we sweetly glide. We are out on the ocean sailing
To a home beyond the tide.
(Chorus) All the storms will soon be over, Then we'll anchor in the harbor. We are out on an ocean sailing To a home beyond the tide. We are out on an ocean sailing To a home beyond the tide.
Millions now are safely landed, Over on the golden shore. Millions more are on their journey, Yet there's room for millions more.
3. Spread your sails while heavenly breezes Gently waft our vessel on.
All on board are sweetly singing, Free salvation is the song.
When we all are safely anchored, We will shout our trials are o'er, We will walk about the city,
And we'll sing for ever more.
-Bradbury's New Golden Trio.
THE SPIRIT'S GRACIOUS CALL "Say, sinner! hath a voice within Oft whispered to thy secret soul, Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control?"
"Sinner! it was a heavenly voice- It was the Spirit's gracious call; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all."
"Spurn not the call to life, and light, Regard in time, the warning kind; That call thou may'st not alway slight And yet the gate of mercy find."
"Sinner, perhaps this very day Thy last accepted time may be;
Oh! shouldst thou grieve Him now away Then hope may never beam on thee.
O happy day that fixed my choice On thee my Saviour, and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice And tell its raptures all abroad. Happy day, happy day!
When Jesus washed my sins away He taught me how to watch, and pray, And live rejoicing every day.
With tearful eyes I look around. Life seems a dark, and stormy sea; Yet, midst the gloom I hear a sound, A heavenly whisper, Come to me.
It tells me of a place of rest- It tells me where my soul may flee; Oh! to the weary, faint, opprest, How sweet the bidding, Come to me.
When nature shudders, loth to part From all I love, enjoy, and see. When a faint chill steals o'er my heart. A sweet voice utters, Come to me.
Come, for all else must fall, and die. Earth is no resting place for thee; Heavenward direct thy weeping eye. I am thy portion. Come to me.
O voice of mercy! voice of love! In conflict, grief, and agony Support me, cheer me from above, And gently whisper, Come to me.
THE LORD'S PRAYER. Chant.
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread;
And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power and the glory, forever,
-Bradbury's New Golden Trio.
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