215. Saviour! sprinkle many nations. "And this gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in the whole world for a testimony unto all the nations; and then shall the end come." 8s & 7s. D. ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE, 1851. The Austrian Hymn. FRANCIS JOSEPH HAYDN, 1797. Be it to the na-tions told; Let them see Thee in Thy glory, And Thy mercy man-i-fold. 217. Rejoice, all ye believers. "I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no one taketh from you." 7s & 6s, D. Ger. LAURENTIUS Laurenti, 1690. Tr. JANE BORTHWICK, 1853. abr. Lancashire. HENRY SMART, 1836. mf 1. Re-joice, all ye believers ! And let your lights ap- pear, The evening is ad 4 #4 p f vanc-ing, And dark-er night is near, The Bridegroom is a - ris - ing, And soon He draweth nigh, Up! pray, and watch and wres - tle,— At mid-night comes the cry! 2. The watchers on the mountain The Bridegroom is at hand. 3. Our Hope and Expectation, O Jesus! now appear; Arise, Thou Sun so longed for, O'er this benighted sphere. With hearts and hands uplifted, We plead, O Lord! to see The day of Earth's redemption, That brings us unto Thee! 218. Lo! He comes, with clouds descending. "I am persuaded that He is able to guard that which I have committed unto Him against that day." Thousand, thousand saints, attending, Swell the triumph of His train; 1. When came in flesh th' Incarnate Word, The heedless world slept on, And only sim-ple Ob-4 b-b4; shepherds heard That God had sent His Son. When comes the Saviour at the last, From west to east shall shine The aw-ful pomp, and Earth aghast Shall tremble at the sign. Then shall the pure in heart be blest; Lord! who could dare see Thee descend As mild to meek-eyed love and faith; Dwell in our hearts, O Saviour blest! Only more strong to save; So shall thine Advent-dawn Strengthened by having bowed to death, 'Twixt us and Thee, our bosom Guest, Zion hears the watchmen singing, 3. Now let all the Heav'ns adore Thee, And all her heart with joy is springing. And men and angels sing before Thee, She wakes,-she rises from her gloom; With harp and cymbal's clearest tone; For her Lord comes down all-glorious, Of one pearl each shining portal, The strong in grace, in truth victorious, Her Star is ris'n, her Light is come! Ah, come, Thou blessed Lord O Jesus, Son of God! Alleluia! We follow till the halls we see Where we are with the choir immortal |