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1 Sons of men, behold from far,
Hail the long expected star;
Piercing through the shades of death ;
Kindling darkness into light. 3 Nations all, remote and near,
Haste to see your God appear;
1 How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Sion's hill; Who bring Salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal !
2 How happy are our ears,
That hear the joyful sound,
And sought, but never found ! 3 How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
But died without the sight. 4 The Lord makes known His name,
Through all the earth abroad; Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
To draw our hearts above;
And every word is love. 2 Though, fill’d with awe, before His thronę
Each angel veils his face,
Among our sinful race.
“ The paths that lead to death :
“Look, and be sav'd through faith !"
4 Lord, speak these words to every heart
With thine all-powerful voice; That we may now from sin depart,
And make thy love our choice. 5 Among thy happy ransom'd race,
O may we all be found,
For ever to resound!
48. Sinners supplicating mercy and grace. L. M,
1 0 LORD! how merciful art Thou !
Although of sinners we are chief,
In humble hope to find relief.
Since for the vilest Thou didst die? Wilt Thou not hear the sinner's prayer?
Wilt thou not hear his secret sigh? 3 Cleanse Thou the thoughts of every heart,
Help us to live to Thee alone;
And take away the heart of stone. 4 Keep us from every evil way,
Preserve us from the sinner's doom ; Guard and protect us day by day,
And save us from the wrath to come.
5 And when our spirits take their flight,
O! guide them to the realms above, To dwell among thy saints in light,
Where all is joy, and peace, and love. 49. For diligence to make our calling and election
sure. (4. 8. & 2. 6.)
Eternal things impress;
And wake to righteousness.
When Thou with clouds shalt come; 0! may we now ourselves prepare To stand before thine awful bar,
And hear our endless doom.
To make our calling sure,
And to the end endure.
And reign with Thee above; Where faith is lost in perfect sight, And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.
1 Go to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power;
Watch with Him one bitter hour :
Learn from Him to watch and pray. 2 See Him at the judgment-hall,
Beaten, bound, revil'd, arraign'd:
Love to man His soul sustain'd!
There the Lord of Glory see,
Dying on the accursed tree : “ It is finish'd,” hear Him cry;
Trust in Christ, and learn to die. 4 Early to the tomb repair,
Where they laid His breathless clay; Angels kept their vigils there:
Who hath taken Him away? “ Christ is risen !” He seeks the skies;
Saviour! teach us so to rise.