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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

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King of kings is draw-ing near; The Sav-iour of the world is here. A-men.

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Tr. CATHERINE WINKWORTH

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Through Centuries of Sin and Woe

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DAVID STANLEY SMITH

1. Through cen - tu - ries of sin and woe Hath streamed the crimson flood, While

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man, in con-cert with the foe, Hath shed his brother's blood. Now

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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

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O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest. Amen.

Tr. JOHN MASON NEALE

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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.

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Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come:"
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the Gospel leads us home.

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Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,

The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea,
And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.

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