Arr. fr. Felix Bartholdy Mendelssohn, 1840

Heav'n is here, where hymns of glad-ness Cheer the toil - er's rug-ged way,

In this world where clouds of sad-ness Of- ten change to night our day. A-MEN.

1. He that go - eth forth with weeping, Bear-ing pre- cious seed in love,

Nev- er tiring, nev-er sleep- ing, Find-eth mer-cy from above.

1. Scorn not the slightest word or deed, Nor deem it void of pow'r;

There's fruit in each wind- waft - ed seed, That waits its na- tal hour.

doubt and fear give thou no heed; Broad-cast it o'er the land. A-MEN.

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"Psalmodia Sacra," Gotha, 1715

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1. Sing we of the Golden City Men-tioned in the

le-gends old;

Ever-last-ing light shines o'er it, Wondrous tales of it are told.

A-MEN.

2 Only righteous men and women
Dwell within its gleaming wall,
Wrong is banished from its borders,
Justice reigns supreme o'er all.
3 We are builders of that city,

All our joys and all our groans
Help to rear its shining ramparts,
All our lives are building-stones.

4 But the work that we have builded, Oft with bleeding hands and tears, And in error and in anguish,

Will not perish with the years.

5 It will be, at last, made perfect
In the universal plan,

It will help to crown the labors
Of the toiling hosts of man.

6 It will last and shine transfigured
In the final reign of right,
It will merge into the splendors
Of the City of the Light.

"More reap - ers

for white har- vest fields, More laborers for the Lord." A-MEN.

Edwin P. Parker, 1888

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1. Master, no offer-ing Cost - ly and sweet, May we, like Mag-da-lene,

at Thy feet; Yet may love's in-cense rise, Sweet - er than sac - ri- fice,

1. Fount- ain of good, to own Thy love

render, Lord, to Thee, When all the worlds are Thine? A- MEN.

As Thou hast sought, so let me seek Thy err- ing chil- dren lost and lone. A-MEN.