By faith, we see the dazzling train :
It seems to fill yon azure plain
With heaven's exulting crowds.
4 With patience then our souls shall rest,
Assur'd our Saviour's time is best,
And cannot be too late :
The day, we know, cannot be far,
And, therefore, for his blazing car
We still expecting wait.
HE night is now far spent ;
The day comes on apace;
The veil will soon be rent,
That hides our Jesus' face;
The clouds that now obstruct our sight, Will all be quickly put to flight.
2 We lift our joyful heads,
For our salvation's nigh;
And, lo! the morning spreads
Its radiance thro' the sky;
O! how it doth our spirits cheer;
The Lord himself will soon appear.
3 Tho' men our hope deride,
Nor will themselves believe; We in his word confide,
Which never can deceive!
And tho' his footsteps seem to stay,
He'll surely come without delay.
4 For us he comes to bring The conquests of his arm; And, as our God and King,
Shall all our foes disarm :
With such a hope, our souls rejoice,
And soon shall hear th' archangel's voice.
1 LY, ye seasons! fly still faster
Let the glorious day come on,
When we shall behold our Master,
Seated on his radiant throne;
When Immanuel
Shall descend to claim his own.
2 What is earth, with all its treasures,
To the joy salvation brings ?
Well may we resign its pleasures;
We possess the King of kings,
From whose fulness
Heaven's eternal glory springs.
3 And if now we taste such pleasure,
While we lean upon his word;
Sure our joy shall know no measure,
When we meet our loving Lord;
When we greet him,—
Him by heav'n and earth ador'd!
4 Fly, ye seasons! fly still faster :
Swiftly bring the glorious day
Jesus, come! our Lord and Master!
Come from heav'n without delay
Take the kingdom;
Come, Lord Jesus! come away.
OTHING know we of the season,
When the world shall pass away;
But we know the saints have reason
To expect a glorious day,
When the Saviour will return,
And his people cease to mourn.
2 Waiting for our Lord's appearing,
Be it ours his word to keep;
Let our lamps be always burning;
Let us watch while others sleep :
We're no longer of the night;
We are children of the light.
3 Being of the favor'd number,
Whom the Saviour calls his own,
'Tis not meet that we should slumber;
Nothing should be left undone ;
This our constant, only aim,
Still to glorify his name.
The victim's blood is shed!
And Jesus now is gone
His people's cause to plead :
He stands in heav'n, our great High Priest,
And bears our names upon his breast.
2 He sprinkled with his blood
The mercy-seat above;
For justice had withstood
The purposes of love;
But justice now objects no more,
And mercy yields her boundless store.
3 No temple made with hands,
His place of service is ;
In heav'n itself he stands;
Divine his priesthood is :
In him the shadows of the law
Are all fulfil'd, and now withdraw.
4 And tho' awhile he be
Hid from the eyes of men,
We look, in faith, to see
Our great High Priest again :
In brightest glory he shall come,
And take his waiting people home.
'MONG all the priests of Jewish race,
Jesus the most illustrious stands :
The radiant beauty of his face,
Superior love and awe demands.
2 Not Aaron, or Melchisedec,
Could claim such high descent as he :
His nature and his name bespeak
His unexampled pedigree.
3 Descended from th' Eternal God,
He bears the name of his own Son;
And, dress'd in human flesh and blood,
He puts his priestly garments on.
4 Th' united crown,
th' embroider'd vest,
With graceful dignity he wears;
And, in full splendour, on his breast,
The sacred oracle appears.
5 So he presents his sacrifice,
An off ring most divinely sweet;
While clouds of fragrant incense rise,
And cover o'er the mercy-seat.
6 The Father, with approving smile,
Accepts the off ring of the Son:
New joys the wond'ring angels feel,
And haste to bear the tidings down.
7 The welcome news their lips repeat,
Gives sacred pleasure to each breast;
And we, in faith, our souls commit
To Christ, our Advocate and Priest.
HOU, dear Redeemer! dying Lamb!
We love to hear of thee:
No music like thy charming name,
E'en half so sweet can be.
2 O! may we ever hear thy voice,
In mercy to us speak;
And in our Priest will we rejoice,
Thou great Melchisedec !
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