The Second Advent.
Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain :
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:
Hallelujah!
God appears on earth to reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty ;
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 The dear tokens of his passion
Still his dazzling body bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransom'd worshippers:
With what rapture
Gaze we on these glorious scars!
4 Yea! Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thy eternal throne!
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thy own:
Everlasting God, come down!
HYMN 159. 6-8's.
The Harvest of the World.
THIS is the field-the world below,
In which the Sowers came to sow,-
Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares;
For so the word of truth declares;
And soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.
2 Most awful truth!-and is it so?
Must all the world the harvest know?
Is every man the wheat or tare?
Then for the harvest, O prepare!
For soon, &c.
3 To love my sins-a saint to appear:
To grow with wheat-and be a tare;
May serve me whilst on earth below,
Where tares and wheat together grow-
But soon, &c.
4 But all who truly righteous be,
Their Father's kingdom then shall see;
Shine like the sun for ever there :
He that hath ears, then let him hear;
For soon, &c.
4-8's & 2 6's.
The Christian Pilgrim.
How happy is the pilgrim's lot!
How free from every anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell;
He only sojourns here.
2 This happiness in part is mine;
Already saved from low design,
From every creature love:
Blessed with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightened of its load,
And seeks the things above.
3 The things eternal I pursue;
A happiness, beyond the view
Of those who basely pant
For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean,
I neither have nor want.
4 Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger to the world unknown,
Desiring to be with Christ.
I all their goods despise:
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies.
5 There is my house and portion fair
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home:
For me my elder brethren stay;
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.
6 I come,-thy servant, Lord, replies:-
I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest :
Now let the pilgrim's journey end;
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast!
Desiring to be with Christ.
I LONG to behold him array'd
With glory and light from above;
The King in his beauty display'd,
His beauty of holiest love:
I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus has fix'd his abode;
Oh! when shall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God?
2 With him I on Zion shall stand,
For Jesus has spoken the word;
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord:
But when, on thy bosom reclined,
Thy face I am strengthen'd to see,
My fulness of rapture I find;
My heaven of heavens in thee.
3 How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above;
No pain the inhabitants feel;
No sickness or sorrow shall prove.
Travelling to a heavenly Country.
Physician of souls, unto me
Forgiveness and holiness give;
And then from the body set free,
And then to the city receive.
Travelling to a heavenly Country.
LEADER of faithful souls, and guide
Of all who travel to the sky,
Come, and with us, e'en us abide,
Who would on thee alone rely;
On thee alone our spirits stay,
While held in life's uneven way.
2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,
This earth, we know, is not our place;
But hasten through the vale of woe;
And, restless to behold thy face,
Swift to our heavenly country move,
Our everlasting home above.
3 We have no 'biding city here,
But seek a city out of sight:
Thither our steady course we steer,
Aspiring to the plains of light;
Jerusalem, the saints' abode,
Whose founder is the living God.
4 Patient the appointed race to run,
This weary world we cast behind;
From strength to strength we travel on,
The new Jerusalem to find:
Our labour this, our only aim,
To find the new Jerusalem.
5 Through thee, who all our sins hast borne, Freely and graciously forgiven, With songs, to Zion we return,
Contending for our native heavenThat palace of our glorious King: We find it nearer while we sing.
Anticipation of Heaven.
6 Raised by the breath of love divine, We urge our way with strength renew'd: The church of the First-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God: With joy upon our heads arise, And meet our Captain in the skies.
Anticipation of Heaven.
AWAY with our sorrow and fear,
We soon shall recover our home;
The city of saints shall appear,
The day of eternity come:
From earth we shall quickly remove,
And mount to our native abode,
The house of our Father above,
The palace of angels and God.
2 By faith we already behold
That lovely Jerusalem near;
Her walls are of jasper and gold;
As crystal her buildings are clear:
Immoveably founded in grace,
She stands as she ever has stood;
And brightly her Builder displays,
And flames with the glory of God.
3 No need of the sun in that day,
Which never is follow'd by night;
Where Jesus's beauties display
A pure and a permanent light:
The Lamb is their light and their sun;
And lo! by reflection they shine;
With Jesus ineffably one,
And bright in effulgence divine.
4 The saints in his presence receive
Their great and eternal reward;
In Jesus, in heaven they live;
They reign in the smile of their Lord:
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