Save us, Lord, from sinning;
Watch us day by day;
Help us now to love Thee;
Take our sins away:
Then, when Thou shalt call us
To our heavenly Home,
We will gladly answer,
Saviour, Lord, we come.
H.C.15(ii). C.M. 216.
St. Lambert. H.C.368.
ESUS, stand among us
In Thy risen power,
Let this time of worship
Be a hallowed hour.
Breathe the Holy Spirit
Into every heart,
Bid the fears and sorrows
From each soul depart.
Thus with quickened footsteps
We'll pursue our way,
Watching for the dawning
Of the eternal day.
St. James. H.C.411. A.M.388. C.H.216.
HIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours His own;
Let Heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the Throne.
To-day He rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints His triumphs spread,
And all His wonders tell.
Hosanna to the anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Help us, O Lord, descend and bring
Salvation from Thy Throne.
Hosanna in the highest strains
The Church on earth can raise :
The highest heavens in which He reigns
Shall give Him nobler praise.
St. Cecilia. H.C.117. A.M.217. C.H.477.
Quam Dilecta. A.M.242. C.H.584.
E love the place, O God,
Wherein Thine honour dwells;
The joy of Thine abode
All earthly joy excels.
It is the House of prayer,
Wherein Thy servants meet;
And Thou, O Lord, art there
Thy chosen flock to greet.
We love the sacred font,
For there the Holy Dove
Pours out, as He is wont,
His blessing from above.
We love the Word of life,
The Word that tells of peace,
Of comfort in the strife,
And joys that never cease.
We love to sing below
For mercies freely given;
But oh, we long to know
The triumph-song of Heaven.
Lord Jesus, give us grace
On earth to love Thee more,
In Heaven to see Thy face,
And with Thy saints adore.
St. Faith. H.C.416.
Gotha. H.C.109. C.H.383.
NOME, Thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set Thy people free,
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art,
Dear desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a Child and yet a King;
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own Eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all-sufficient merit
Raise us to Thy glorious Throne. Amen.
St. Stephen. H.C.64. A.M.328. C.H.485.
ARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
He comes the prisoners 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 enrich the humble poor.
Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And Heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved Name.
Helmsley. H.C.73. C.H.78. G.B.145.
St. Thomas. A.M.51. C.H.78(ii).
O! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favoured sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train.
Alleluia !
God appears on earth to reign.
Every eye shall now behold Him
Robed in dreadful majesty ;
Those who set at nought and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear.
All His saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air.
Alleluia !
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.
Alleluia !
Thou shalt reign, and Thou alone.
St. Cecilia. H.C.117. A.M.217. C.H.578.
HY kingdom come, O God,
Thy rule, O Christ, begin;
Break with Thine iron rod
The tyrannies of sin.
Where is Thy reign of peace,
And purity, and love?
When shall all hatred cease,
As in the realms above?
When comes the promised time
That war shall be no more,
Oppression, lust, and crime,
Shall flee Thy face before?
We pray Thee, Lord, arise,
And come in Thy great might;
Revive our longing eyes,
Which languish for Thy sight.
Men scorn Thy sacred Name,
And wolves devour Thy fold;
By many deeds of shame
We learn that love grows cold.
O'er heathen lands afar
Thick darkness broodeth yet:
Arise, O Morning Star,
Arise, and never set.
HEN He cometh, when He cometh,
To make up His jewels,
All His jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.
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