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Gotha.' L. M.
Cantional of Gotha. 1631. soedd dd d
The Lord will come! but not the same
7. THE Lord will come! the earth shall quake, | The Lord will come! a dreadful form,
The hills their fixed seat forsake; With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, And
, withering, from the vault of night On cherub wings, and wings of wind, The stars withdraw their feeble light.
Anointed Judge of human-kind.
As once in lowly form He came,
Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain ;
SAVIOUR, is Thy promise fled,
Nor longer might Thy grace endure
And preach Thy Gospel to the poor?
With brighter beam Thy servants bless,
And share Thy kingdom's happiness.
The prophet went to clear Thy way,
A dawning to Thy brighter day;
Our stony hearts for truth prepare ;
Then come and reap Thy harvest there.
Hosanna to the Incarnate Word!