1TH HE Lord will come! the earth shall quake, The hills their fixed seat forsake; 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; 4 Can this be He who wont to stray 5 Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain! 97. OF H Saviour! is thy promise fled? L2 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; And lift our anxious eyes to heav'n, Our hope, our harbour, and our home! 4 Yet 'mid 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 harbinger thy feet before, A dawning to thy brighter day: 6 So now, may grace with heav'nly shower 1 98. HYMN V. Christmas. C. M. HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes, The angels no such love have known 2 Good will to sinful men is shown, 3 Justice and grace, with sweet accord, 4 Glory to God in highest strains 5 When shall we reach those blissful realms, Where Christ exalted reigns? And learn of the celestial choir 99. HYMN VI. (7's.) Christmas. 1 ARK! the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born King! 2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 3 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd 4 Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see! Pleas'd as man with us t' appear; 5 Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace! 100. 1 O! in the east appears a light, 2 These ancient sages, led from far, Began their doubtful, anxious way; 3 They came-they saw-and they ador'd; Each costly treasure they unfold, And offer to their infant Lord, Their myrrh, their frankincense, and gold. 4 That star to us its life imparts; Let us our pilgrimage pursue, And, with the homage of our hearts, To Bethl'em go and worship too. 5 May we through life its guidance trace, And mark its path o'er earthly things, Until it lead us to the place Where Jesus reigns the King of kings. 6 Light of the world, the true light! rise, Nor cease to shed thy cheering ray, "Till o'er all lands beneath the skies, Thy glory shine in perfect day. 101. HYMN VIII. Epiphany. (7's.) 1 ONS of men, behold from far, Jacob's star that gilds the night, 2 Mild it shines on all beneath, Piercing through the shades of death; |