NOTE. Of this hymn (Latin or English) Parts I. and III. are always sung; and, between them, one of the following selections from Part II.:

(i) verses 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
(ii) verses 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
(iii) verses 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
(iv) verses 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.

12. From the goats Thy suppliant sever; With Thy sheep my soul deliver, Safe at Thy right hand for ever.

13. When Thy face from them is hidden, When the accurst to flames are chidden, Let me to Thy house be bidden.

III. With sharp pangs my heart is wounded,
And with rising fears surrounded:
Leave me not at last confounded.

1860.

Day of tears and bitter mourning,
When mankind from this world's burning
Rise to sorrow or salvation!

Lord, receive my supplication-
Jesu, Saviour of the world,
Grant us everlasting rest.

tr. by EDWARD WHITE BENSON, Archbishop.

SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT1.

MORNING.

Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of His train. Alleluia !

Christ is come to earth again.

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.

The dear tokens of His passion
Still His dazzling body bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To His ransomed worshippers;
With what rapture

Gaze we on those glorious scars!

Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate Him must confounded
Hear the summons of that day.
Come to judgment !

Come to judgment! Come away!

1 Weekdays, verses 1, 2, 3, 6.

1752.

1758. 1760.

Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear;
All His saints, by man rejected,
Rise to meet Him in the air:

Alleluia !

Angels, martyrs, all are there.

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!
Everlasting God, come down!

JOHN CENNICK, vv. 4, 5. CHARLES WESLEY, vv. 1, 2, 3, 6. altered by MARTIN MADAN.

1805.

MORNING.

That 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?

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

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!

SIR WALTER SCOTT,