Thee we would be always bleffing, Finish then thy new Creation, HYMN LI. The Second Advent. Rev. i. 7. L O! he comes with Clouds defcending, Once for favour'd Sinners flain, Thoufand, Thoufand Saints attending, Swell the Triumph of his Train: Every Eye fhall now hehold him, Rob'd in dreadful Majefty, Those who set at nought and fold him, Pierc'd and nail'd him to the Tree: Deeply wailing, Shall the true Meffiah fee. Every Inland, Sea and Mountain, Come to Judgment! come away Now Redemption long expected, See the Day of God appear. ! Answer thine own Bride and Spirit, Travails! Groans! and bids thee come. Yea! Amen! let all adore thee, E comes, he comes, the Judge fevere, H The His Light'nings flash, his Thunders roll, Wel Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, Welcome to the faithful Soul. From Heav'n angelic Voices found, See the Almighty Jefus crown'd, Girt with Omnipotence and Grace, And Glory decks the Saviour's Face, Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory, Glory decks the Saviour's Face. Defcending on his Azure Throne, He claims the Kingdoms for his own: The Kingdoms all obey his Word, And hail him their triumphant Lord, Hail him, hail him, hail him, hail him, hail him their triumphant Lord. Shout all the People of the Sky, And all the Saints of the Moft High, Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever and for ever reigns. The Facher Praife, the Son Adore, We welcome thee great Three in One, T Christ our great Melchifedec. HOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, No No Mufic like thy charming Name And in our Prieft will we rejoice, Our Jefus fhall be ftill our Theme, Then will we fing more sweet, more loud, L HYMN LIV. Unto you which Believe he is Precious. OST Sinners to fave, The dear Lamb of God In Sacrifice gave, And fhed his own Blood; And Chrift who was Slain, The one Mediator, Jefus is our Joy, Our Glory and Crown, Tho' Tho' Men fhould opprefs us, Jefus is our Stay, When this present frame That melts down the Spheres ; And ravish and please us, To Eternity. Readiness to meet the Son of Man, &c. Attend ye Mortals, hear the found, The Voice of Chrift is to us all, The Hour unknown will furely come, O flum |