Eternal Peace, Whose Word of Old

I Eternal Peace, whose word of old

In the great basins poured the main, And shut within their rocky fold

(MELITA)

The unnumbered flocks of ocean's plain:
O hear us! while the billows roar,
For those who sail from shore to shore.

2 Great God, whose path upon the deep
Is still unknown, but who didst keep
Thine ancient people, when the wind

And Egypt followed fast behind;
O hear us, when our prayer to thee
Ascends for those we love at sea.

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Hark, Hark, My Soul!

(PILGRIMS. 11, 10, 11, 10. With Refrain) FREDERICK W. FABER, 1854

HENRY SMART, 1868

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1. Hark,hark,my soul! angel ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields and
2. Far, far away, like bells at eve-ning peal-ing, The voice of Je
3. Onward we go, for still we hear them sing-ing, 'Come, weary souls, for
4. An gels, sing on, your faith- ful watch-es keep -ing: Sing us sweet frag-ments

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o-cean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are telling
sounds o'er land and sea, And la- den souls by
Je sus bids you come;' And thro' the dark, its
of the songs above: Till morn-ing's joy shall

thou-sands meek-ly stealing, ech- oes sweet-ly ring - ing, end the night of weeping,

REFRAIN

angels of light, Singing to wel-come the pil-grims of the night! A-MEN.