#732Hark! That Shout!

Hark! that shout of rap-ture! burst-ing forth from myr-iad heart and tongue; 'Tis the ran-somed church of Je-sus, this the tri-umph-ant song: O what hush-ing still the storm; There is rest for all the hope-ful, There is rest for all the hope-ful.

Rise, oh sleep-ing dust of A-dam! Rise, oh daugh-ters of the sod! Come, ye heirs of life and glo-ry, Come, ye chil-dren of our God! O what hush-ing still the storm; There is rest for all the hope-ful, There is rest for all the hope-ful.

O what joys a-wait the faith-ful! O what rest for wea-ry hands! O what songs the ran-somed sing-ing! O what glo-ry in the land! O what hush-ing still the storm; There is rest for all the hope-ful, There is rest for all the hope-ful.