VOX ANGELICA IIS & 10s. With Refrain 64 4 T (J=100) Hark! hark, my soul! An- gel- ic songs are swell- ing O'er earth's green fields and 4 6 04 An 3 Ds P ocean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are tell - ing esta -B B Of that new life when sin shall be d (Second Tune) no Ed dad JOHN B. DYKES Sing Singing to wel-come the pil-grims of the night! 3 € 9 ing Singing to welcome the pil-grims, the pil-grims of the night! A men. (Third Tune). ANGELS OF JESUS IIS & 10s. With Refrain (J=116) Hark! hark,my soul! An - gel- ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields,and ·6 Of that new life when sin shall be -0 ocean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessèd strains are telling 8 a The music of the Gospel leads us home. Thee. 26 JOSEPH BARNBY REFRAIN 2 -6 angels of light, Sing- ing to wel-come the pilgrims of the night! A - men. 3 É 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 4 Rest comes at length, though life be long and "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;" dreary, And through the dark, its echoes sweetly [be past; The day must dawn, and darksome night Faith's journeys end in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. ringing, Ref.-Angels of Jesus, etc. Angels of Jesus, b f g z B B 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, 5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keep 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 Ref.-Angels of Jesus, etc. ing; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above, Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, [love. And life's long shadows break in cloudless Ref.-Angels of Jesus, etc. Amen. 475 MATERNA C. M. D. 254 54 O mother dear, Je - ru sa-lem! When shall I come to thee? SAMUEL A. WARD 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? In thee no sor-row may be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. A-men. bo 3 Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Where grow such sweet and pleasant Right through thy streets, with silver And on the banks, on either side, 4 Those trees for evermore bear fruit, Would God I were in thee! 476 PEARSALL 75 & 6s. D. (HORA NOVISSIMA-Part I) ROBERT L. DE PEARSALL dem the right. zz A-men. 4 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! Thou hast no time, bright day! Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away! Toil, man, to gain that light, Till hope be lost in sight. 5 O sweet and blessèd country, The home of God's elect! To that dear land of rest! 477 ST. ANSELM 75 & 6s. D. (HORA NOVISSIMA-Part II) For The boo ver y love, behold y men- tion of thy glo be be 2 O one, O only mansion! O Paradise of joy! Where tears are ever banished All human thought and heart, 3 With jaspers glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze; The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays; try, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For ver ing Thy ho ly name, they weep. (May be sung to Homeland, No. 473) JOSEPH BARNBY unc-tion ry Is And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. Thine ageless walls are bonded And the corner stone is Christ. 4 The Cross is all thy splendor, The Crucified thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise: Upon the Rock of Ages They build thy holy tower; Thine is the victor's laurel, And thine the golden dower. Amen. BERNARD OF CLUNY. Tr. JOHN M. NEALE |
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