Far from the world, O Lord, I flee Father, I know that all my life For Thou wert born of woman! Thou didst come Gently speak, and lightly tread Going home from the House of God. Happy soul! thy days are ended. Hark! hark! my soul! angelic songs are swelling. Hark, my soul! it is the Lord. Hast thou seen with flash incessant ΙΟΙ He, who on earth as man was known Holy Holy Holy! Lord God Almighty 64 5 30 I heard the voice of Jesus say. If heavenly flowers might bloom unharmed on earth If you 're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear. I got me flowers to strew Thy way I hear thee speak of the better land I looked with pride on what I'd done 187 222 60 234 272 262 In the days of our forefathers, the gallant days of old 160 Late, late, so late! and dark the night, and chill 102 82 Launch thy bark, mariner! Christian, Heaven speed thee 148 |