At the Lamb's high feast we sing. Awake, my soul, and with the sun.. Behold the Lamb of God..... PAGE. 93 110 136 86 6 76 Come, Lord, and tarry not Come, Holy Spirit, come... . . . Come, my soul, thy suit prepare. 125 126 192 55 9 277 We ourselves are God's own field, For the Lord our God shall come Then, thou Church Triumphant, come, All are safely gathered in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There, for ever purified, In God's garner to abide : Come, ten thousand angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest-home. Amen. WHAT Our Father does is well; Though He send, for plenty, want, What our Father does is well: What our Father does is well; For the strength His Word supplies: Can we murmur at His rod? What our Father does is well; Therefore unto Him we raise Come, Thou fount of every blessing PAGE. 225 123 Forth in Thy name, O Lord, I go 142 329 From all that dwell below the skies 339 60 325 172 |