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HYMN 2. 8.7.

The spiritual advent and reign of the Saviour desired.

COME, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee:
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the saints thou art ;
Blest desire of every nation,
Joy of every contrite heart.
Born thy people to deliver;

Born a child and yet a King;
Come to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring:
By thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit

Raise us to thy glorious throne.

HYMN 3. 8.7.

The sun of righteousness.

LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling

Borders on the shades of death,

Come, and all thy love revealing,
Dissipate the clouds beneath:

The new heaven and earth's Creator,
In our deepest darkness rise;
Scattering all the night of nature,
Pouring day upon our eyes.

Save us in thy great compassion,
O thou mild pacific Prince;
Give the knowledge of salvation;
Give the pardon of our sins:

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By thine all-sufficient merit
Every burden'd soul release;
By the influence of thy Spirit
Guide us into perfect peace.

HYMN 4. 8.7.4.

Christ's second advent.

LO! he comes with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain,
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of his train:
Hallelujah!

Jesus shall for ever reign.

Every eye shall now behold him
Rob'd in dreadful majesty;

Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the great Messiah see.

Now redemption long-expected

See in solemn pomp appear;
All his saints by man rejected
Now shall meet him in the air;
Hallelujah!

See the day of God appear.

Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own,
Hallelujah!

Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come.

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The solemnities of the future judgment.

GREAT 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 contain'd before!
Prepare, my soul, to meet him.

The dead in Christ shall first arise,
At the last trumpet's sounding!
Caught up to meet him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay;
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepar'd to meet him.

Far over space, to distant spheres,
The lightnings are prevailing;
The ungodly rise, and all their tears
And cries are unavailing:
The day of grace is past and

gone; Trembling they stand before the throne, All unprepar'd to meet him.

Stay, fancy, stay, and close thy wings;
Repress thy flight too daring;
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.

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HYMN 6. S. M.

"Prepare to meet thy God."

AND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise?

And not a single soul escape

His all-discerning eyes?

How will my heart endure

The terrors of that day,
When heaven and earth before his face
Astonish'd shrink away?

But ere his trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead,

Hark, from the gospel's gentle voice
What joyful tidings spread!

Ye sinners, seek his grace,

Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.

CHRISTMAS-DAY.

HYMN 7. C. M.

The birth of Christ celebrated in heaven and earth.

HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join the angelic throng;

For angels no such love have known,
To wake a cheerful song.

Good-will to sinful men is shown,
And peace on earth is given;

For lo! the incarnate Saviour comes
With messages from heaven.

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Justice and grace, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn ;

Let heaven and earth in concert join,
The promis'd child is born.
Glory to God in highest strains,
In highest worlds be paid;
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,
And in our lives display'd.

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HYMN 8. 7's. D.

The angels' song.

HARK! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King;
"Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
"God and sinners reconcil'd:"
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,

Join the triumph of the skies;
With the angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings:
Mild he lays his glory by,

Born, that man no more may die;
Born, to raise the sons of earth,
Born, to give them second birth.
Come, Desire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home:
Rise, the woman's conquering seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head:
Adam's likeness now efface,

Stamp thine image in its place;
Second Adam from above,
Re-instate us in thy love.

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