EARLY ADVENT Archive
1 You will see your Lord a-coming, You will see your Lord a-coming, You will see your Lord a-coming In a few more days. Refrain: Hear the band of music, Hear the band of music, Hear the band of music which is sounding …
1 How far from? I asked, as on I bent my steps-the watchman spake: “the long, dark night is almost gone, The morning soon will break. Then weep no more, but speed thy flight, With Hope’s bright star guiding ray, Till thou shalt …
1 How cheering is the Christian’s hope, While toiling here below! It bouys us up while this passing through This wilderness of woe, 2 It bouys us up while this passing through This wilderness of woe, It bouys us up while passing through …
1 I saw one weary, sad, and torn, With eager steps press on the way, Who long the hallowed cross had born, Still looking for the promised day; While many a line of grief and care, Upon his brow was furrowed there; I …
1 How sweet are the tidings that greet the pilgrim’s ear, As he wanders in exile from home! Soon, soon will the Savior in glory appear, And soon will the kingdom come. Refrain He’s coming, coming, coming soon I know, Coming back to …
1 There’ll be no night in heaven, In that blest world above; No anxious toil, no weary hours; For labor there is love. Refrain There’ll be no sorrow there, There’ll be no sorrow there; In heaven above, where all is love, There’ll be …
1 I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night; Do not detain me, for I am going To where the fountains are ever flowing. Refrain I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger; I can tarry, …
1 I’m but a stranger here, Heav’n is my home; Earth is a desert drear, Heav’n is my home. Danger and sorrow stand Round me on every hand; Heav’n is my fatherland, Heav’n is my home. 2 What though the tempest rage, Heav’n …
1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes! The earth and seas are passed away And the old rolling skies. And the old rolling skies, And the old rolling skies; The earth and seas are passed away, And the old …
1 Long upon the mountains weary, Have the scattered flocks been torn; Dark the dessert paths, and dreary; Grievous trials have they borne. Now the gathering call is sounding, Solemn in its warning voice; Union, faith, and love, abounding, Bid the little flock …
