With joy their Lord surrounding. No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepared to meet Him. 3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears, Behold His wrath prevailing,

For they shall rise, and find their tears And sighs are unavailing.

The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,
All unprepared to meet Him.

4 Great God, what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
The Judge of mankind doth appear,
On clouds of glory seated!
Low at His cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet Him.

558

L°

B. RINGWALDT and W. B. COLLYER.

8.7.4.

O! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand, thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of His train; Hallelujah!

Jesus comes, and comes to reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold Him, Robed in dreadful majesty;

Those who set at naught and sold Him, Pierced, and nailed Him to the tree, Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth, shall flee away;
All who hate Him, must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day:
Come to judgment!

Come to judgment, come away!
4 Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear!
All His saints, by men rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air:
Hallelujah!

See the day of God appear.
5 Yea, Amen, let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne!
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom for Thine own:
O come quickly!
Hallelujah! come, Lord, come!

559

J. CENNICK, C. WESLEY, M. MADAN.

For death is mighty all around; On every home his shadows fall, On every heart his mark is found. O! quickly come; for grief and pain Can never cloud Thy glorious reign. 1 O! quickly come, sure Light of all; For gloomy night broods o'er our way; And weakly souls begin to fall With weary watching for the day. O! quickly come; for round Thy throne No eye is blind, no night is known.

561

THE

L.M.

HE Lord will come! the earth shall quake;

The mountains from their centre shake;
And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars withdraw their feeble light.

2 The Lord will come! but not the same
As once in lowly form He came--
A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.
3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame and robe of storm,
On cherub-wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of all mankind.

4 Can this be He, once wont to stray,
A pilgrim on the world's highway,
By power oppressed, and mocked by
pride,

The Nazarene-the Crucified?

5 Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain! Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain! But faith, victorious o'er the tomb, Shall sing for joy-the Lord is come! HEBER.*

THE world is old and sinful,

Its passing hour is near; Keep watch, be hushed and sober, The Judge's voice to hear;The Judge in mercy coming, The Judge enthroned in might; All evil things to banish, All good to crown with light.

throne,

And earth and heaven shall flee before
The face of Him that sits thereon.

3 O Son of God! in glory crowned,
The Judge ordained of quick and dead;
O Son of Man! so pitying found
For all the tears Thy people shed.

4 Be with us in this darkened place,
This weary, restless, dangerous night;
And teach, O teach us, by Thy grace,
To struggle onward into light.

5 And by the love that brought Thee here,
And by the cross, and by the grave,
Give perfect love for conscious fear,
And in the day of judgment save.

6 And lead us on while here we stray,
And make us love our heavenly home,
Till from our hearts we love to say:
Even so, Lord Jesus, quickly come!'
C. F. ALEXANDER,

WH
To fetch Thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,

WHEN Thou, my righteous judge,
shalt come

Be found at Thy right hand? 2 I love to meet among them now, Before Thy gracious feet to bow,

Though vilest of them all:
But can I bear the piercing thought,
What, if my name should be left out
When Thou for them shalt call?

3 Prevent it, Saviour, by Thy grace;
Be Thou, O Lord, my hiding-place,
In this the accepted day:
Thy pardoning voice O let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;
Nor let me fall, I pray.

Let me among Thy saints be found, Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,

And see Thy smiling face: Then with what rapture shall I sing, While heavens resounding mansions ring

With shouts of sovereign grace!

COUNTESS OF HUNTINGDON. WESLEY.

THE FUTURE GLORY.

565

BRIEF

7.6. double.

RIEF life is here our portion,
Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life, is there,

O happy retribution!

Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals and for sinners

A mansion with the blest!
2 And now we fight the battle,
But then shall wear the crown
Of full and everlasting

And passionless renown.
And He, whom now we trust in,
Shall then be seen and known;
And they that know and see Him
Shall have Him for their own.

3 The morning shall awaken,
The shadows shall decay,
And cach true-hearted servant
Shall shine as doth the day.
There God, our King and Portion,
In fulness of His grace,
Shall we behold for ever,

And worship face to face.

4 O sweet and blessèd country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessèd country
That eager hearts expect!
Jesu, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;
Who art with God the Father

And Spirit, ever blest.

This hymn and the two which follow are parta of one Latin poem by Bernard of Morlaix (or Cluny), translated by J. M. Neale.

JERUSALEM the golden!

7.6. double.

With milk and honey blest!
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice oppressed.
I know not, O I know not,
What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,

What light beyond compare!

2 They stand, those halls of Sion,
All jubilant with song;

And bright with many an angel
And all the martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them,

The daylight is serene;
The pastures of the blessed

Are decked in glorious sheen. 3 There is the throne of David,

And there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast:
And they, who with their Leader
Have conquered in the fight,
For ever and for ever

Are clad in robes of white.

4 O fields that know no sorrow!
O state that fears no strife!

O princely bowers! O land of flowers!
Ŏ realm and home of life!

Jesu, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;

Who art, with God the Father
And Spirit, ever blest.

5

6

7

8

2

C.M.

YALL all who love Thee, Lord, to

CALL

Thee;

Thou knowest how they long

To leave these broken lays, and aid In heaven's unceasing song.'

Earth is the place of severance, Sin, danger, and defect;

Call all who love Thee, Lord, to Thee, Accomplish Thine elect!

2 Father, the whole creation groans,
Till in Thine own abode,

Complete in number and in bliss,
Shine all the sons of God.
Let them be manifested, Lord!
One countless, sacred host,

From every world and bygone time,
From every clime and coast.

Absent from Him I roam;

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.

My Father's house on high,

Home of my soul, how near,

At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear!

Ah! then my spirit faints

To reach the land I love,

The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above!

Yet clouds will intervene,

And all my prospect flies;

Like Noah's dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.

Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease;

While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart Expands the bow of peace.

Beneath its glowing arch,
Along the hallowed ground,
I see cherubic armies march,
A camp of fire around.

Then, then, I feel that He, -
Remembered or forgot,-

The Lord, is never far from me,
Though I perceive Him not.

3

So when my latest breath

4

Shall rend the veil in twain,

By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain.

Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word,

And oft repeat before the throne,
For ever with the Lord!'

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them, whence their victory came;-
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to His death.

4 They marked the footsteps that He trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For His own pattern given;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping,

And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.

Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! F. W. FABER.*

572

HAR

8.7. double.

ARK! the sound of holy voices, Chanting at the crystal sea 'Alleluia, Alleluia,

Alleluia,' Lord, to Thee:
Multitude, which none can number,
Like the stars in glory stands,
Clothed in white apparel, holding
Palms of victory in their hands.

2 Patriarch, and holy prophet,
Who prepared the way of Christ,
King, apostle, saint, confessor,
Martyr, and evangelist,
Saintly maiden, godly matron,
Widows who have watched to prayer,
Joined in holy concert, singing
To the Lord of all, are there.

come;

3 They have come from tribulation, And have washed their robes in blood, Washed them in the blood of Jesus;

Tried they were, and firm they stood; Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, Sawn asunder, slain with sword, They have conquered death and Satan By the might of Christ the Lord. Now they reign in heavenly glory,

Now they walk in golden light,
Now they drink, as from a river,
Holy bliss and infinite;

Love and peace they taste for ever,
And all truth and knowledge see
In the Beatific Vision

Of the Blessed Trinity.