HYMN 175. (C. M. MISSIONARY.) The advent of Christ, a ground of joy. 1 HARK the glad sound! the Saviour comes, 2 He comes, the prisoners to release, The gates of brass before Him break; 3 He comes, from thickest films of sin, And on the eye, long closed in night, 4 He comes, to bind the broken heart, 5 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace, And earth and heaven shall join to sing HYMN 176. (C. M. WINDSor.) Rachel weeping for her children." 1 WEEP, weep not o'er thy children's tomb, O Rachel, weep not so! The bud is cropt by martyrdom, 2 Firstlings of faith! the murderer's knife Has miss'd its deadly aim; The God, for whom they gave their life, For them to suffer came. 3 Though evil were their days and few, He knows them whom they never knew, 4 Then weep not o'er thy children's tomb, O Rachel, weep not so: The bud is cropt by martyrdom, HYMN 177. (P. M. SIMEON.) Christ the Light and Life of the world. 1 LIGHT of those, whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death! Rise on us, Thyself revealing, Rise and chase the clouds beneath. 3 Still we wait for thine appearing; Christ's arm not shortened that it cannot save. 1 O SAVIOUR! is thy promise fled? Nor longer may thy grace endure, To heal the sick and raise the dead, And preach thy Gospel to the poor? 2 Come, Jesus! come; return again; With brighter beams thy servants bless; Who long to greet thy perfect reign, And share thy kingdom's happiness. 3 A feeble race, by passion driven, In darkness and in doubt we roam, And lift our anxious eyes to heaven, Our hope, our harbour, and our home. 4 Come, Jesus! come; and as of yore, Thy Prophet went to clear the way, A harbinger thy feet before, A dawning to thy brighter day; 6 So, ere again we see thy face, Our stony hearts for truth prepare; Sow in our souls the seed of grace, Then come, and reap thy harvest there HYMN 179. (L. M. PORTUGUESE.) Jesus the Lord our Righteousness. 1 JESUS! thy perfect Righteousness 2 This robe, which all thy followers wear, 3 Why should we dread the judgment-day? HYMN 180. (C. M. WINDSOR.) All nate affected at the death of Christ. 1 WHY are these direful omens sent, That heaven and earth amaze? Why yawns the ground, with earthquakes rent? Why hides the sun its rays? 2 Well may the earth, astonish'd, shake, The sun a veil of darkness take;- 3 And well may we each guilty head To think for whom his blood was shed, For us those pangs his soul assail, Our sins gave sharpness to each nail, 5 Those sins which crucified the Lord, Thou canst destroy them with a word, HYMN 181. It is finished. John xix. 30. 1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy "It is finish'd;" · Hear the dying Saviour cry. 2 O what joy to helpless sinners These expressive words afford! Heavenly blessings without measure, Flow to us through Christ the Lord: "It is finish'd;" Saints, his dying words record. 3 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs! Glory to the bleeding Lamb. 4 Ye on earth who humbly call Him Your beloved and your friend; Highest raise your grateful voices, |