Our God shall come. Psalm 1. 3.
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2 They who on God rely, at length,
Triumphant shall renew their strength,
On eagle's wings mount up on high,
To meet their Saviour in the sky:
While youth and strength shall faint and fail,
O'er death and hell they shall prevail;
And run, unwearied, on their way
Through all the shining realms of day.
3 In weakness sown but raised in power,
They see at length their triumph-hour;
While thrones and kings like chaff are whirl'd,
The ransomed saints shall judge the world.
For them the crown of glory waits;
And angels at the pearly gates,
Shall welcome them to their reward:-
Oh, may we share that glory, Lord!
4 Christ's foes shall then his footstool be;
God's glory, like a molten sea,
Shall fill the world from shore to shore;
Oh, soon may that glad morning come,
While songs shall rise like ocean's roar.
When all the blest shall reach their home;
There low before our King to fall,
And hail and crown him Lord of all.
The Glory of the Lord shall be Revealed.
249 Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion.
Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee;
Thy saints adore thy holy name;
Thy creatures bend th' obedient knee,
And humbly thy protection claim.
Thy hand has raised us from the dust;
The breath of life thy spirit gave;
Where, but in thee, can mortals trust?
Who, but our God, has power to save?
Eternal source of truth and light,
To thee we look, on thee we call;
Lord, we are nothing in thy sight,
But thou to us art all in all.
Still may thy children in thy word
Their common trust and refuge see;
Oh, bind us to each other, Lord,
By one great tie-the love of thee.
Here, at the portal of thy house,
We leave our mortal hopes and fears;
Accept our prayer, and bless our vows,
And dry our penitential tears.
So shall our sun of hope arise,
With brighter still and brighter ray,
Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes
With beams of everlasting day.
Sir James Edward Smith, 1814.
Comfort ye my people. Isaiah x1.1.
Comfort, ye ministers of grace,
Comfort the people of your Lord;
Oh, lift ye up the fallen race,
And cheer them by the Gospel word.
Go into every nation, go;
Speak to their trembling hearts, and cry,-
Glad tidings unto all we show;
Jerusalem, thy God is nigh.
Hark! in the wilderness a cry,
A voice that loudly calls,-Prepare;
Prepare your hearts, for God is nigh,
And waits to make his entrance there.
The Lord your God shall quickly come;
Sinners, repent, the call obey:
Open your hearts to make him room;
Ye desert souls, prepare the way.
The Lord shall clear his way through all;
Whate'er obstructs, obstructs in vain;
The vale shall rise, the mountains fall,
Crooked be straight, and rugged plain.
The glory of the Lord displayed
Shall all mankind together view;
And what his mouth in truth hath said,
His own almighty hand shall do.
Hark! 'tis the warlike clarion:
On, to the battle, heroes, on!
To arms! to arms! resounds on high,
The voice of war and victory.
Haste to the battle! See! the Lord
Waves to the clouds his conquering sword.
To arms! to arms! I hear the cry,
On, on, to bloodless victory!
The fierce embattled hosts of hell
Before the dreadful onset fell,
To arms! to arms! was once the cry,
But now the trump sounds victory!
Lo! the white war-horse treads them down,
I know the rider by his crown.
All hail! all hail! his legions cry;
Jesus, be thine the victory!
Yet for a little season. Rev. vi. 11.
Soon will the sleeping martyrs rise
To meet the Saviour in the skies!
No more they'll cry, how long, O Lord?
But be avenged and have reward.
Then will the sleeping saints come forth,
Who lie entombed in sea and earth,
And, robed in immortality,
Their Jesus face to face will see.
The living saints, they too will be
Remembered in the Jubilee;
Caught up together in the air,
The Saviour's triumph they will share.
For soon the trump of God will sound
And earth shall quake to farthest bound
As swears the angel, time shall be;
Consigned to past eternity!
Emily Clemens Pearson, 1848.
As on the sea of life we sail, Oppressed with storms and dangers sore, We sing a-midst each war-ring gale, There's sunshine on the other
2 Though fiercely howls the stormy blast, And wild the angry billows roar, Though life with clouds is overcast, There's sunshine on the other shore.
3 Though parted in the thickening gloom, Yet we shall meet to part no more; And shout, while bursting from the tomb, There's glory on the other shore!
4 Oh, home of hope, and peace, and rest, I sigh for thee, where woes are o'er; To dwell with all the pure and blest, In glory, on the other shore.
5 Thou Saviour of the lone and lost, Who hast our sinful burdens bore, Thy blood shall save the tempest-tost, In glory, on the other shore.
Why stand ye here all the day idle? Matt. xx. 6.
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The God of glory walks his round,
From day to day, from year to year,
And warns us each, with awful sound,
No longer stand ye idle here.
Ye, whose young cheeks are rosy bright,
Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear,
Waste not of hope the morning light;
Ah, fools, why stand ye idle here?
And ye, whose locks of scanty gray
Foretell your latest travail near,
How swiftly fades your worthless day;
And stand ye yet so idle here?
Reginald Heber, ab. 1783-1826.
Who against Hopq Betiqved in Hopę.
I will rejoice in the Lord. Hab. iii. 18.
Away, my unbelieving fear!
Fear shall in me no more have place;
My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of his face;
But shall I therefore let him go,
And basely to the tempter yield?
No, in the strength of Jesus, no!
I never will give up my shield.
Although the vine its fruit deny,
Although the olive yield no oil,
The with'ring fig-trees droop and die,
The fields elude the tiller's toil;
The empty stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race;
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise.
Barren although my soul remain,
And not one bud of grace appear;
No fruit of all my toil and pain,
But sin, and only sin, is here;
Although my gifts and comforts lost,
My blooming hopes cut off I see;
Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he died for me.
In hope, believing against hope,
Jesus my Lord and God I claim;
Jesus my strength shall lift me up,
Salvation is in Jesus 'name:
Let us go forth. Heb. xiii. 13.
Silent, like men in solemn haste,
Girded wayfarers of the waste,
We press along the narrow road
That leads to life, to bliss, to God.
We fling aside the weight and sin,
Resolved the victory to win;
We know the peril, but our eyes
Rest on the splendor of the prize.
No idling now, no wasteful sleep;
We trim our lamps, our vigils keep;
No shrinking from the desperate fight,
No thought of yielding or of flight.
No love of present gain nor ease,
No seeking man nor self to please,-
With the brave heart and steady eye,
We onward march to victory.
Night is far spent, and morn is near,-
Morn of the cloudless and the clear;
'Tis but a little, and we come
To our reward, our crown, our home.
Thy kingdom come.
Matt. vi. 10.
I will sing and give praise.
Psaim cviii. 1, 2.
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2 Great King, our hearts' petition hear Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue;
Thy name be hallowed far and near; My God demands the grateful song;
Reign thou, O Lord, with boundless sway, Let all my inmost powers record
May all the world thy word obey. The wondrous mercy of the Lord.
Divinely free his mercy flows,
Forgives my sins, allays my woes,
And bids approaching death remove,
And crowns me with indulgent love.
His mercy, with unchanging rays,
Forever shines, while time decays;
And children's children shall record
The truth and goodness of the Lord.
3 Speed on the glad triumphant hour
That shall reveal thy pomp and power:
May thine eternal kingdom come,
Thy will on earth like heaven be done.
4 Give daily bread by which we live;
As we forgive, our sins forgive;
From trials sore in mercy spare,
And save from Satan's every snare.
5 Then may we with the blood-washed throng,
From every nation, tribe and tongue,
Cry, Glory to the great I Am,
And, Worthy, worthy is the Lamb.
While all his works his praise proclaim,
And men and angels bless his name,
Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue
Attend, and join the blissful song.
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