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O, when shall come the moment
The sunshine of Thy glory
How long, O gracious Master,
Wilt Thou Thy household leave? So long hast Thou now tarried,
Few Thy return believe: Immersed in sloth and folly,
Thy servants, Lord, we sec; And few of us stand ready
With joy to welcome Thee.
How long, O heavenly Bridegroom,
How long wilt Thou delay? And yet how few are grieving
That Thou dost absent stay: Thy very Bride her portion
And calling hath forgot, And seeks for ease and glory
Where Thou, her Lord, are not.
O, wake Thy slumb'ring virgins;
Send forth the solemn cry, Let all Thy saints repeat it,—
"The Bridegroom draweth nigh!" May all our lamps be burning,
Our loins well girded be, Each longing heart preparing
With Joj Thy face to see. Amen.
13. C. M.
Not unto us, but Thee, O Lord,
Be praise and glory given,
That brings us nearer heaven.
Thy saints are in Thy faithful hand,
Secure beneath Thine eye,
Before Thy throne on high.
Bedeemed from sin, and saved by grace,
Thy glory they shall see;
For ever dwell with thee.
O, hasten Lord, the glorious day,
Teach us in earnest hope to pray,
14. s. M.
Our King in clouds of light
Then let us ready stand,
Have no ungodly work in hand,
Thrice happy all shall be
Who th us are watchful found,
All glory to Thy Name,
15. L. M.
Jesus, Thy Church with longing eyes,
When will the promised light arise,
Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew,
Man's rooted enmity subdue,
.And crown Thy gospel with success.
O come, and reign o'er every land,
All nations bow to thy command,
Yes, Thou wilt speedily appear!
The smitten earth already reels, And not far off we seem to hear
The thunder of thy ehariot wheels.
Teach us in watchfulness and prayer
And fit us by Thy grace to share
The triumphs of Thy conquering power.
16. 8-7, 8-7, 8-8-7.
Geeat God, what do I see and hear?
The end of things created;
On clouds of glory seated.
The dead in Christ shall first arise,
Caught up to meet Him in the skies,
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day
On those prepared to meet Him.
But sinners filled with guilty fears
For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing. The day of grace is past and gone: Trembling they stand before the Throne, All unprepared to meet Him.
Groat God! to Thee our prayers we pour,
In deep abasement bending:
Thy wondrous love extending.
17. L. M.
O, Savioub, is Thy promise fled?
Nor longer might Thy grace endure To heal the sick, and raise the dead,
And preach the gospel to the poor?
Come, Jesus, come! return again,
With brighter beam Thy servants bless,
Who long to feel Thy perfect reign,
A feeble race, by passion driven,
And lift our anxious eyes to Heaven,