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HYMNS.

Advent.

C. M.

HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long;

Let every

heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

He comes the captives to release,

In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure ;

And with the treasures of his grace
To bless the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved Name.

JESUS, thy Church with longing eyes
For thine expected coming waits :
When will the promis'd light arise,
And glory beam from Zion's gates ?

O come, and reign o'er every land;
Let Satan from his throne be hurl'd,
All nations bow to thy command,
And grace revive a dying world.

Teach us in watchfulness and prayer
To wait for the appointed hour;
And fit us by thy grace to share

The triumphs of thy conqu'ring power.

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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.

C. M.