Page 174 - Voices in Praise
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Hark! 'tis the voice of angels, I ain't got long to stay here.
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory, Over the jasper sea. Chorus Steal away, steal away; Steal away to
Jesus.
Chorus Steal away, steal away home.
Safe in the arms of Jesus, I ain't got long to stay here. 1/3
Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o'er shaded, Verse 2 Green trees are bending.
Sweetly my soul shall rest. 1/3 Poor sinners stand a-trembling.
The trumpet sounds with-in-a my soul.
Verse 2 I ain't got long to stay here.
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe from corroding care, Chorus Steal away, steal away; Steal away to
Safe from the world's temptations, Sin cannot Jesus.
harm me there. Steal away, steal away home.
I ain't got long to stay here. 2/3
Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears; Verse 3 My Lord, he calls me.
Only a few more trials, He calls me by the light-ning.
Only a few more tears! The trumpet sounds with-in-a my soul.
I ain't got long to stay here.
Chorus
Safe in the arms of Jesus, Chorus Steal away, steal away; Steal away to
Safe on his gentle breast, Jesus.
There by his love o'er shaded, Steal away, steal away home.
Sweetly my soul shall rest. 2/3 I ain't got long to stay here. 3/3
HOME
Verse 3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge, jesus has 362 Swing low, sweet chariot
died for me; Firm on the Rock of Ages, Ever my Chorus
trust shall be. Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home, Swing low, sweet
Here let me wait with patience, chariot,
Wait till the night is o'er, Coming for to carry me home.
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore. Verse 1
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see?
Chorus Coming for to carry me home,
Safe in the arms of Jesus, A band of angels coming after me, Coming for to
Safe on his gentle breast, carry me home.
There by his love o'er shaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest. 3/3 Chorus
HOME Swing low, sweet chariot,
361 Steal away, steal away Coming for to carry me home,
Verse 1 My lord, he calls me. Swing low, sweet chariot,
He calls me by the thunder. Coming for to carry me home. 1/4
The trumpet sounds with-in-a my soul.
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