Imágenes de páginas

4 They see their Saviour face to face,

And sing the triumphs of His grace ;
Him day and night they ceaseless praise,

To Him their loud hosannas raise. 162

C. M. 1 TAR from these narrow scenes of night

T Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 No cloud those blissful regions know,

For ever bright and fair ;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,

Can never enter there.
3 The King eternal there displays

His beams of wondrous grace;
His happy subjects sing His praise,

And bow before His face.
4 O may the heavenly prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire

Bear every thought above !
1 THERE is a land of pure delight,

1 Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers :
Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

3 0 could we make our doubts remove,

These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes !
4 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore. 164

C. M. 1 JERUSALEM, my happy home!

J Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labours have an end ?

Thy joys when shall I see ?
2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls,

And pearly gates behold ?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,

And streets of shining gold ?
3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there

Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below

Will join the glorious band. 4 Jerusalem, my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.


Christmas. 165

P. M. 1 CHRISTIANS, awake, salute the happy morn

U Whereon the Saviour of the world was born;
Rise to adore the mystery of love,
Which hosts of angels chanted from above;
With them the joyful tidings first begun

Of God Incarnate, and the Virgin's Son.
2 Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,

Who heard the angelic herald's voice, “ Behold,
I bring glad tidings of a Saviour's birth
To you and all the nations upon earth;
This day hath God fulfilled His promised word,

This day is born a Saviour, Christ the Lord.”
3 O may we keep and ponder in our mind
God's wondrous love in saving lost mankind :
Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss,
From His poor manger to the bitter Cross :
Tread in His steps, assisted by His grace,

Till man's first heavenly state again takes place. 4 Then may we hope, the angelic hosts among,

To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphant song :
He who was born upon this joyful day,
Around us all His glory shall display ;
Saved by His love, unceasing we shall sing
Eternal praise to heaven's Almighty King.

[merged small][ocr errors]

1 ANGELS, from the realms of glory,

A Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye, who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth ;

Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
2 Shepherds, in the field abiding,

Watching o'er your flocks by night ;
God with man is now residing,
Yonder shines the Infant-light!

Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
3 Sages, leave your contemplations,

Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations,
Ye have seen His natal star:

Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King..
4 Saints, before the altar bending,

Watching long in hope and fear,
Suddenly the Lord descending,
In His temple shall appear;

Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.

Epiphany. 167

P. M. 1 LAIL, Thou Source of every blessing,

II Sovereign Father of mankind !
Gentiles now, Thy grace possessing,

In Thy courts admission find :
Gratefully we bend before Thee;

In Thy Church obtain a place;
Now, by faith, behold Thy glory,

Praise Thy Name, and sing Thy grace. 2 Hail, Thou ever-blessed Saviour !

Gentiles now their offerings bring;
In Thy temple seek Thy favour ;

Worship Thee, their Lord and King.
May we, body, soul, and spirit,

Live devoted to Thy praise ;
Glorious realms of bliss inherit,

Grateful anthems ever raise.

[merged small][merged small][ocr errors]

1 T ORD, in this Thy mercy's day,

U Ere it wholly pass away,
On our knees we fall and pray.
2 Holy Jesu, grant us tears,

Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere that awful doom appears.

« AnteriorContinuar »