4 When, worn by toil, their spirits fail, Bid them the glorious future hail; Bid them the crown of life survey, And onward urge their conqu'ring way. 5 So o'er the Indian's gloomy night, Truth shall diffuse her radiant light, And mild religion's power controul The stormy passions of his soul.
1 LO! he comes, with clouds descending, Once for favor'd sinners slain! Thousand, thousand, saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train :
Jesus now shall ever reign!
2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him, Rob'd in dreadful majesty :
Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, Deeply wailing,
Shall the great Messiah see!
3 Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain, Heav'n 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 Yea, amen! let all adore thee, High on thy eternal throne, Saviour! take the pow'r and glory, Claim the kingdom for thy own: Oh! come quickly,
Hallelujah! come, Lord, come!
Luke ii, 11. (7's. double.)
1 HARK! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born king; Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconcil'd." Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumphs of the skies; With th' angelic host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem." 2 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd, Christ, the everlasting Lord; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb; Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see, Hail th' incarnate Deity!
Pleas'd as man with men t' appear, Jesus, our Immanuel, here.
3 Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of peace! Hail, the Sun of righteousness! Light and life to all he brings,
Ris'n with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by; Born, that man no more may die; Born to raise the sons of earth; Born to give them second birth. 4 Come, desire of nations, come! Fix in us thy humble home; Raise the woman's conqu'ring seed, Bruise in us the serpent's head. Adam's likeness now efface; Stamp thine image in its place; Second Adam, from above, Reinstate us in thy love.
1 SONS of men, behold from far, Hail the long expected star; Jacob's star that gilds the night, Guides bewilder'd nature right. 2 Mild it shines on all beneath, Piercing through the shades of death; Scatt'ring error's wide-spread night, Kindling darkness into light.
3 Nations all, remote and near, Haste to see your God appear; Haste for him your hearts prepare; Meet him manifested there.
4 Sing ye morning stars again,
God descends to dwell with men ; Deigns for man his life t' employ ; Shout, ye sons of God, for joy.
1 HIS kingdom comes, ye saints rejoice, Let earth and heav'n unite their voice, To swell the lofty strain: Proclaim the joyful news abroad, The mighty King! the glorious God! He comes on earth to reign.
2 High o'er the pomp of worldly state, On chosen Zion's lofty seat,
Jehovah sets his throne:
Now shall the lands confess his pow'r, And all the earth his name adore, And serve the Lord alone.
3 Before the terrors of his face Let mortal man his pride abase, And ev'ry idol fall:
Prostrate be ev'ry haughty foe, The pomp and pow'r of earth lie low, That God be all in all.
1 THE race that long in darkness pin'd, Have seen a glorious light:
The people dwell in day, who dwelt In death's surrounding night.
2 To hail thy rise, thou better sun, The gath'ring nations come, Joyous, as when the reapers bear The harvest treasures home.
3 To us a child of hope is born, To us a son is giv'n:
Him shall the tribes of earth obey, Him all the hosts of heav'n.
4 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, For evermore ador'd:
The Wonderful-the Counsellor, The great and mighty Lord.
Philippians i, 21. (7's. double.)
1 OBJECT of my first desire, Jesus, crucified for me! All to happiness aspire,
Only to be found in thee: Thee to praise and thee to know, Constitute our bliss below: Thee to see, and thee to love, Constitute our bliss above.
2 Lord, it is not life to live, If thy presence thou deny, Lord, if thou thy presence give, 'Tis no longer death to die: Source and giver of repose, Singly from thy smile it flows; Peace and happiness are thine, Mine they are, if thou art mine!
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