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Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we, to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! oh, Salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,

Till each remotest nation

Has learned Messiah's name.

Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till like a sea of glory

It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

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 stars withdraw their feeble light.

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.

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 human kind!

Can this be He who wont to stray

A pilgrim on the world's highway;
By power oppress'd, and mock'd by pride?
Oh God! is this the Crucified ?

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,
Signs and wonders there shall be ;
Earth shall quake with inward wars,
Nations with perplexity.

Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,
Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise;
Darker storms the mountains sweep,
Redder lightning rend the skies.

Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,
Racking doubt and restless fear;
And, amid the thunder-cloud,
Shall the Judge of men appear.

But though from that awful face
Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly,
Fear not ye, His chosen race,

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,
Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb :
Thy Saviour has passed through its portal before thee,
And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom!

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,
Perhaps thy weak spirit in fear lingered long;
But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy waking,
And the sound which thou heard'st was the Seraphim's
song.

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.

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