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: 2 Great God, whose path upon the deep And Egypt followed fast behind; 296 297 Hark, Hark, My Soul! (PILGRIMS. 11, 10, 11, 10. With Refrain) FREDERICK W. FABER, 1854 HENRY SMART, 1868 sus 1. Hark,hark,my soul! angel ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields and bb4 d. o-cean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are telling 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. |