Can we, whose souls are lighted Till each remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, It spreads from pole to pole; 66 HIS FEET SHALL STAND ON THE MOUNT OF OLIVES." THE Lord will come! the earth shall quake, The hills their fixed seat forsake; And, withering, from the vault of night, The Lord will come! but not the same The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. The Lord will come! a dreadful form, Can this be He who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway; Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain! Go, seek the mountain's clefts in vain! But death, victorious o'er the tomb, Shall sing for joy-the Lord is come! 66 THEN SHALL APPEAR THE SIGN OF THE SON OF MAN." IN the sun, and moon, and stars, Soon shall ocean's hoary deep, Evil thoughts shall shake the proud, But though from that awful face Your redemption draweth nigh. THEM WHICH SLEEP IN JESUS WILL GOD BRING WITH HIM." THOU art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the SINLESS has died! Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion forsaking, Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy guide; He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee, And death hath no sting, for the Saviour has died. |