106 I'M WEARY. 11s. 1. I'm weary of sighing,O fain would I rest, In the far distant land of the pure and the blest, Where sin can no longer her blandish - ments spread; And tears and temp - ta -tions for ev - er are fled. 2 I'm weary of hoping where the hope is untrue, O'er joy's glowing visions that fade at their birth, 4 I'm weary of loving what passes away, The sweetest, the dearest also may not stay; I long for that land where those partings are o'er, And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more 5 I'm weary, my Saviour, of grieving thy love, I'm weary, but O, never let me repine, While thy word, and thy love, and thy promise are mine Unison. Music by M. D. RANDALL. 1. On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wish -ful eye, Solo. To Canaan's fair and happy land, To Canaan's fair and [Remainder of hymn on page 30.] 1 In all my Lord's appointed ways [saints, 2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus 4 And when my Saviour call's me Still this my cry shall be,- [home, "Hinder me not," come, welcome, I'll follow where he goes; [lead, "Hinder me not," shall be my cry, Though earth and hell oppose. I'll gladly go with thee. [death; 108 THE WANDERER'S SIGH. Music by H. S. THOMPSON. Words by J. B. WESTON. Arranged expressly for this work by the Author. Moderate. b. A 1. My Saviour hides his smiles from me, My sins have caused him b47 ain, And dark and lonely are the hours, Till He re-turn a - gain. Chorus Return bless'd Lord to my lonely heart, Tho' my sins have griev'd thee sore, Bid the sin-cloud ever hence depart, And I'll never leave thee more. C By permission of Mr. O. Ditson, proprietor of the copyright. 2 His presence was my greatest joy; Here, Lord, I give my all to thee, 'Twas bliss his face to see; To serve thee till I die. But I have wandered from his fold, 6 My Saviour hears my earnest And he withdrawn from me. prayer; 3 Now clouds of gloom enshroud my The clouds fly swift away; With sin my heart is prest; [soul; And the radiant smile of my Father's Thro' weary days and dreary nights, My spirit finds no rest. face 4 No blissful ray from heaven de-Restores my blissful day. scends; And earth affords no charms; 5 To Jesus now my soul returns; Chorus to last verse. Welcome home, blessed Lord, to my May thy love possess my soul; THERE ARE ANGELS HOVERING. 4 4 1. There are angels hov'ring round, There are angels hov'ring gels, round, There are an · 2 To carry the tidings home, To the new Jerusalem; Poor sinners are coming home, And Jesus bids them come; Let him that heareth come, Let him that thirsteth come. an - gels hov'ring round. |