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I THELord will come! the earth shall quake,
The hills their fixed seat forsake; And, with’ring, from the vault of night
The stars withdraw their feeble light. 2 The Lord will come! but not the same
As once in lowly form he came,
The bruis'd, the suff'ring, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame and robe of storm; On cherub wings and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human kind ! 4 Can this be He who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway;
Oh God! is this the crucified ?.
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain !
HYMN IV. L. M.
Nor longer might thy grace endure, To heal the sick and raise the dead,
And preach thy gospel to the poor?
2 Come, Jesus! come! return again;
With brighter beam thy servants bless ; Who long to feel thy perfect reign,
And share thy kingdom's happiness. 3 A feeble race, by passion driv'n,
In darkness and in doubt we roam;
Our hope, our harbour, and our home! 4 Yet ʼmid the wild and wintry gale,
When Death rides darkly o'er the sea, And strength and earthly daring fail,
Our pray’rs, Redeemer, rest on thee. 5 Come, Jesus! come! and as of yore
The prophet went to clear thy way,
A dawning to thy brighter day: 6 So now, may grace with heav'nly shower
Our stony hearts for truth prepare ;
Then come and reap thy harvest there !
98. HYMN V.
And join th' angelic throng;
As we, to wake their song.
2 Good will to sinful men is shown,
And peace on earth is given; For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes
With messages from heav'n.
His rising beams adorn:
• The promis'd child is born.' 4 Glory to God in highest strains
By highest worlds is paid;
And by our lives display'd. 5 When shall we reach those blissful realms,
Where Christ exalted reigns ? And learn of the celestial choir
Their own immortal strains ?
HYMN VI. (7's.)
Glory to the new-born King!
God to man is reconcil'd! 2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumphs of the skies;
· 3 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd
Christ, the everlasting Lord:
Offspring of a Virgin's womb.
Hail th' incarnate Deity!
Jesus, our Immanuel, here! 5 Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the sun of righteousness!
Ris'n with healing in his wings. 6 Mild he lays his glory by;
Born that man no more may die;
In eastern skies unseen before ;
And seek the myst'ry to explore. 2 These ancient sages, led from far,
Began their doubtful, anxious way;
Stood o'er the place where Jesus lay.
3 They came—they saw—and they ador'd;
Each costly treasure they unfold,
Their myrrh, their frankincense, and gold. 4 That star to us its life imparts ;
Let us our pilgrimage pursue,
To Bethl'em go and worship too.
And mark its path o'er earthly things,
Where Jesus reigns the King of kings. 6 Light of the world, the true light! rise,
Nor cease to shed thy cheering ray,
Thy glory shine in perfect day.
, Hail the long-expected star! Jacob's star that gilds the night,
Guides bewilder'd nature right. 2 Mild it shines on all beneath,
Piercing through the shades of death;