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1 Joy to the world! the Lord will come!
| 1 Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes, Let earth receive her King !
The Saviour promised long ; Let every heart prepare him room,
He comes to reign on David's throne ; And heaven and nature sing.
Lift up your joyful song. 2 Joy to the world! the Lord shall reign! 2 He comes, the prisoner to release, Let men their songs employ ; [plains,
In Satan's bondage held ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and
The gates of brass before him burst, Repeat the sounding joy.
The iron fetters yield. 3 He'll rule the world with truth and grace, | 3 He comes to usher in the morn And make the nations prove
With his celestial ray, The glories of his righteousness,
And on the eyes oppressed with night And wonders of his love.
To pour eternal day. 1. Watts.
1. When first to this pol - lut - ed earth The ho - ly
Sav - iour came,
So hum-ble was his place of birth, Few
to know his name.
1 When first to this polluted earth
The holy Saviour came,
Few cared to know his name. 2 But lo! with clouds he comes again,
The crown upon his brow;
And every knee shall bow.
For those who know his grace,
They shall behold his face! 4 To work and wait, to watch and pray,
With lamps kept burning clear, Be this our service day by day,
Until the Lord appear.
1 Our Saviour Christ will quickly come,
As lightning shines on high ; In clouds, with power and glory great,
Be seen by every eye. 2 The dead are raised, the living changed ;
From every land they come ; And thus triumphant over death,
They now are gathered home. 3 O glorious hope! if Jesus be
Our Saviour and our Friend,
In joys that never end. 4 O may we wait, and watch, and pray,
Free from tormenting fear; Our life be all devotedness.
Till he our Lord appear.
1 He comes, the royal Conq’ror comes :
His legions fill the sky;
And loud proclaim him nigh.
Against this sovereign Lord! What madness urges to engage
The terror of his sword ? 3 O that they now would seek that face
From which they cannot flee!
That sweetly conquered thee!
1 My soul is happy when I hear
The Saviour is so nigh;
Upon the opening sky. 2 I love to wait, and watch, and pray,
And trust his living word, And feel the coming of that day
No longer is deferred. 3 Then, waiting brethren, let us sing ;
He will not tarry long; And fill with love the hours that bring
The glory of our song.
1 How long, dear Lord, ere thou wilt come 3 Long, long deferred, now come at last Our lonely hearts to cheer ?
The Lamb's glad wedding day; How long ere thou wilt come to reign? The guests are gathering to the feast; 11: We long to view thee near. ://
11: How bright the new array ! :|| 2 O come and cheer our sorrowing hearts, 4 Sorrow and sighing are no more ; We long thy face to see ;
The weeping hours are past; O come and take thy weary bride,
The joy and glory are begun ; li: To dwell, dear Lord, with thee. :11 | 11: The crown has come at last. :)
H. BONAR. 3 We look abroad o'er earth's domain, 19 We hear thy children cry,
| 1 The Lord our Saviour will appear; How long, O Lord, ere thou wilt come,
His day is nigh at hand; 11: And bring redemption nigh? ://
The signs bespeak his coming near, 4 How long ere grief and pain shall cease, And tears be wiped away,
12 Behold, he comes ! he comes to reign And joys untold our hearts shall cheer
On earth with all his saints ; * || : 'Mid realms of endless day. :||
Jesus, the Lamb of God, once slain,
11: Will end our long complaints. :|| 1 Ascend, beloved, to the joy ;
|3 The prince of darkness he'll destroy; .. The festal day has come ;
The hosts of sin o'erthrow; To-night the Lamb doth feast his own | Satan shall then no more annoy, 11: In the great upper room. ://
· 11: But Christ shall reign below. :)) 2 The festal lamps are lighting now
4 Then those who suffer in his name, In the glad marriage ball ;
And did obey his word,
11: The goodness of their Lord. ://
our hope! he'll soon appear, The last loud trumpet speaks him near;
Hail him, all saints, from pole to pole—How welcome to
the faith-ful soul!
112 1 Star of our hope! he'll soon appear,
1 A little while, and he will come, The last loud trumpet speaks him near ; ||
Then we shall wander here no more ; Hail him, all saints, from pole to pole
He comes to take us to that home How welcome to the faithful soul!
Where all our sorrows will be o'er. 2 From heaven angelic voices sound :
2 A little while, he'll come again ; Behold the Lord of glory crowned,
Let us the precious hours redeem ; Arrayed in majesty divine,
Our greatest grief to give him pain, And in his highest glories shine.
Our joy to serve and follow him. 3 The grave yields up its precious trust,
13 A little while, 't will soon be past, Which long has slumbered in the dust,
Why should we shun the shame and Resplendent forms ascending, fair,
| Oh! let us in his footsteps haste, cross ? Now meet the Saviour in the air.
Counting for him all else as loss. 4 Descending with his azure throne,
4 A little while—come, Saviour, come ! He claims the kingdom for his own;
For thee thy church has waited long; The saints rejoice, they shout, they sing,
Take thy poor, wearied people home, And hail him their triumphant King.
To sing the new, unending song. 11 1 When thoushaltcome with trumpetsound, 1 Come, quickly come, great King of all;
With countless angels hovering round, Reign all around us, and within ; O Saviour! grant me, in the air,
Let sin no more our souls enthrall, With all thy saints, to meet thee there! Let pain and sorrow die with sin. 2 Weep, O my soul! ere that great day 2 Come, quickly come; true Life of all ; When God shall shine in stern array ;
The curse of death is on the ground; O weep thy sin, that thou may'st be On every home his shadows fall, In that severest Judgment free!
On every heart his mark is found. 3 O Christ! forgive, remit, protect, | 3 Come, quickly come ; sure Light of all; And set thy servant with th'elect,
For gloomy night broods o'er our way; That I may hear the voice that calls And fainting souls begin to fall, The righteous to thy heavenly halls ! With weary watching for the day.
J. M. NEALE