343 Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates Truro L. M. CHARLES BURNEY 1. Lift up your heads,ye might-y gates! Be-hold the King of glory waits; The 10101 King of kings is draw-ing near; The Sav-iour of the world is here. A-men. Tr. CATHERINE WINKWORTH 344 Through Centuries of Sin and Woe Gurney 868688 DAVID STANLEY SMITH 1. Through cen - tu - ries of sin and woe Hath streamed the crimson flood, While 664 25 4 man, in con-cert with the foe, Hath shed his brother's blood. Now lift Thy O dark hath been the midnight, But day - spring is at f: hand, The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear bridegroom's face; I will not gaze at glory, But on my King of Grace. Not at the crown He giveth, But on His pierced hand; The Lamb is all the glory Of Emmanuel's land. Amen. ANNE ROSS COUSIN O sweet and blessed country, To that dear land of rest; Tr. JOHN MASON NEALE 347 Pilgrims Irregular Hark! Hark, My Soul HENRY SMART 1. Hark! ḥark, my soul! An - gel - ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields,and ocean's wave-beat shore: How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are telling, Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Sing-ing to welcome the pil-grims of the night! A-men. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, |