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O ! He comes 1 with clouds descending,
L "Once for favoured sinners slain ;
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of His train :
Hallelujah! Yea, Amen

2 Every eye shall now behold Him,
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at nought and sold Him,
Pierced, and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.

3 Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear !
All His saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air |
See the day of God appear !

4 Yea, Amen let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne!
Saviour ! take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom for Thine own
O come quickly .
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come !

REAT God, what do I see and hear *
The end of things created :
The Judge of mankind doth appear,
On clouds of glory seated:
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore
The dead which they contained before—
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him

2 The dead in Christ are first to rise,
And greet th' archangel's warning,
To meet the Saviour in the skies
On this auspicious morning:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day
On those prepared to meet Him.

3 Far over space, to distant spheres,
The lightnings are prevailing;
The ungodly rise, and all their tears
And sighs are unavailing :
The day of grace is past and gone,
They quake before the judgment throne,
All unprepared to meet Him.

4 O who may dare, just King of kings,
To stand at Thine appearing
One wondrous sight my comfort brings,
The Judge my nature wearing:
Beneath His cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet Him.

67 To day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay
How shall he meet that dreadful day ?

2. When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead;

3 O on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be Thou the trembling sinner’s stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away !

68 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 !

4 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!


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ARTH is past away, and gone
E. All her glories, every one ;
All her pomp is broken down :
God is reigning—God alone !

All her high ones lowly lie,
All her mirth hath passed by,
All her merry-hearted sigh:
God is reigning—God on highl

No more sorrow, no more night;
Perfect joy, and purest light;
With His spotless saints and bright
God is reigning in the height !
Blessing, praise, and glory bring;
Offer every holy thing:
Everlasting praises sing !
God is reigning, God is King!

ETURN, and come to God,
Cast all your sins away:
Seek ye the Saviour's cleansing blood;
Repent, believe, obey.

Say not ye cannot come:
For Jesus bled, and died,

That none who ask in humble faith
Should ever be denied.

Say not ye will not come:
'Tis God vouchsafes to call;

And fearful will their end be found,
On whom His wrath shall fall.

4 Come, then, whoever will,
Come, while ’tis called to-day :
Seek ye the Saviour's cleansing blood;
Repent, believe, obey.

LESSED Lord, who, till the morning
Of thine Advent shall appear,
Words of hope hast left, a warning,
Souls to strengthen, guide, and cheer;
Left them written for our learning,
Pointing out the narrow way,
Lest our hearts, with all their yearning
After home, should go astray :

2 Grant us, in those sacred pages,

Grace to find the gifts untold,

Which for ages upon ages
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.

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