Homeward Bound

W. F. Warren

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J. W. Dadmun

I. Out

on an o - cean all boundless we ride, We're homeward bound,homeward bound; 2. Wild- ly the storm sweeps us on as it roars, We're homeward bound,homeward bound; 3. We'll tell the world as we jour-ney a-long, We're homeward bound,homeward bound; 4. In to the harbor of Heav'n now we glide, We're home at last, home at last;

Tossed on the waves of a rough,rest-less tide, We're homeward bound,homeward bound; Look yon-der lie the bright heav-en - ly shores, We're homeward bound,homeward bound; Try to persuade them to en - ter our throng, We're homeward bound,homeward bound; Soft ly we drift on its bright silver tide, We're home at last, home at last;

Far from the safe,qui- et har - bor we rode, Seek-ing our Fa-ther's ce - les - tial a-bode; Steady! O pi-lot! stand firm at the wheel, Stead-y, we soon shall outweather the gale; Come,trembling sin-ner, for-lorn and oppressed, Join in our num-ber, O come and be blest;

Glo

ry to God! all our dangers are o'er, We stand se-cure on the glo- ri - fied shore;

Prom-ise of which on us each He be-stowed, We're homeward bound,homeward bound.
Oh how we fly 'neath the loud creaking sail, We're homeward bound,homeward bound.
Jour-ney with us to the man-sions of rest, We're homeward bound,homeward bound.
Glory
to God! we will shout ever more, We're home at last, home

at last!

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F. W. Faber, 1862

O Paradise, O Paradise

(Paradise P. M.)

J. Barnby, 1866

Par- a-dise, Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the
Para-dise, The world is grow-ing old; Who would not be at
Para-dise, I greatly long to

see The spe-cial place my

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Stand ev

Isaac Watts, 1719

er in the light, All rap-ture thro' and thro', In God's most holy

Our God, Our Help

(St. Anne)

sight.

William Croft, 1708

284

O Mother Dear, Jerusalem

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Glory be to the Father

GENERAL

Glory be to the Father

was in the be-ginning, is now and ev-er shall be,world without end: A MEN, A - MEN.

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O Golden Day

Charles A. Dickinson, 1888

(Ellacombe C. M. D.)

Conrad Kocher's Zionsharfe, 1855

1. O gold-en day, so long desired, Born of a darksome night, The wait - ing earth at 2. The noises of the night shall cease,The storms no lon-ger roar; The fac-tious foes of 3. Sing on, ye cho-rus of the morn, Your grand en-deav-or strain, Till Christian hearts es4. O gold-en day, the ages crown, A - light with heavenly love, Rare day in proph-e

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last is fired By Thy re-splendent light. And hark! like Memnon's morn-ing chord God's own peace Shall vex His church no more. A thou-sand thou-sand voi - ces sing tranged and torn, Blend in the glad re frain; And all the church, with all its pow'rs, re-1 -nown, On to thy ze nith move. When all the world,with one ac-cord,

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Is heard from sea to sea This song: One Master, Christ the Lord; And brethren all are we.
The surging harmo- ny; One Master,Christ; one Sav-iour-King;And brethren all are we.
In lov-ing loy-al ty, Shall sing: One Master,Christ,is ours; And brethren all are we.
In full-voiced u-ni ty, Shall sing: One Master,Christ our Lord; And brethren all are we.