WHEN Christ came down on earth of old,
He took our nature poor
and low;
He wore no form of angel mould,
But shared our weakness and our woe.
But when He cometh back once more
Then shall be set the great white throne;
And earth and heaven shall flee before
The face of Him that sits thereon.
O Son of God! in glory crown'd,
The Judge ordain'd of quick and dead;
O Son of Man! so pitying found
For all the tears thy people shed;
Be with us in that awful hour,
And by thy crown, and by thy grave,
By all thy love and all thy power,
In that great Day of Judgment save.
THOU, whose Almighty word
Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight,
Hear us, we humbly pray;
And where the Gospel-day
Sheds not its glorious ray
"Let there be light!"
Thou, who didst come to bring,
On thy redeeming wing,
Healing and light;
Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind,
Oh, now to all mankind
"Let there be light!"
Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving, holy Dove,
Speed forth thy flight!
Move on the waters' face,
Bearing the lamp of grace,
And in earth's darkest place
"Let there be light!"
Lo! He comes! with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of his train : Hallelujah
Hallelujah! Amen.
Every eye shall now behold Him,
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at nought and sold Him,
Pierced, and nail'd Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing
Shall the true Messiah see.
Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate Him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day;
Come to judgment!
Come to judgment! come away!
Now redemption, long expected,
See! in solemn pomp appear!
All his saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air!
Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear!
Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee,
High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour! take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom for thine own!
Oh, come quickly!
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come!
O SAVIOUR, is thy promise fled,
Nor longer might thy grace endure
To heal the sick, and raise the dead,
And preach thy Gospel to the poor?
Come, JESUS, come! return again;
With brighter beam thy servants bless,
Who long to feel thy perfect reign,
And share thy kingdom's happiness.
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;
So now may grace with heavenly shower
Our stony hearts for truth prepare ;
Sow in our souls the seed of
Then come and reap thy harvest there.
HOSANNA to the living Lord!
Hosanna to th' Incarnate Word!
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let heaven Hosanna sing.
O Saviour! with protecting care
Return to this thy House of Prayer:
Assembled in thy sacred name,
Where we thy parting promise claim.
But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal! bid thy Spirit rest;
And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy Thee!
So, in the last and dreadful day,
When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeem'd from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again.
COME, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.
Long hath the night of sorrow reign'd;
The dawn shall bring us light:
God shall appear, and we shall rise
With gladness in his sight.
Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know Him, and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs his voice.
As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round;
As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground,
So shall his presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;
That hallow'd morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.
LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death!
Rise on us, Thyself revealing,
Rise and chase the clouds beneath.
Thou, of life and light Creator!
In our deepest darkness rise;
Scatter all the night of nature;
Pour the day upon our eyes.
Still we wait for thine appearing;
Life and joy thy beams impart;
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every meek and contrite heart.
By thine all-sufficient merit
Every burden'd soul release;
By the shining of thy Spirit.
Guide unto thy perfect peace.
FROM all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise:
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord:
Eternal truth attends thy word:
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
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