65 L O! He comes! with clouds descending, Thousand thousand saints attending Hallelujah! Yea, Amen! 2 Every eye shall now behold Him, Those who set at nought and sold Him, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 Now redemption, long expected, All His saints, by man rejected, See the day of God appear! 4 Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee, Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come! 66 G REAT God, what do I see and hear? The Judge of mankind doth appear, On clouds of glory seated: The trumpet sounds, the graves restore 2 The dead in Christ are first to rise, On those prepared to meet Him. 3 Far over space, to distant spheres, 4 O who may dare, just King of kings, 67 T HAT day of wrath, that dreadful day, 2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, 68 THE HE world is grown old, and her pleasures are past; [last; The world is grown old, and her form may not The world is grown old, and trembles for fear, For sorrows abound, and judgment is near! 2 The sun in the heaven is languid and pale; And feeble and few are the fruits of the vale; And the hearts of the nations fail them for fear, For the world is grown old, and judgment is near! 3 The king on his throne, the bride in her bower, The children of pleasure all feel the sad hour; The roses are faded, and tasteless the cheer, For the world is grown old, and judgment is near! The world is grown old!—but should we complain, Who have tried her and know that her promise is Our heart is in heaven, our home is not here, [vain? And we look for our crown when judgment is near! 4 E 69 E 70 and gone ARTH is past away, God is reigning, God is King! R ETURN, and come to God, Seek ye the Saviour's cleansing blood; 2 Say not ye cannot come : For Jesus bled, and died, That none who ask in humble faith Should ever be denied. 3 Say not ye will not come : 'Tis God vouchsafes to call; And fearful will their end be found, On whom His wrath shall fall. 71 4 Come, then, whoever will, B LESSED Lord, who, till the morning Words of hope hast left, a warning, 2 Grant us, in those sacred pages, Did Thy people's hearts uphold. Grant us, in the sacred story Of the deeds which Thou hast done, Grace to catch those gleams of glory That on saint and martyr shone. 3 Grant us faithful hearts to linger O'er the steps which Thou hast trod, While Thy cross with silent finger Points the upward way to God; With our lamps well trimmed and burning, Patient through Thy holy word, Watching for Thy bright returning, Waiting for our absent Lord. |