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But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
So in the last and dreadful day,
SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.
THE Lord will come, the earth shall quake,
The Lord will come, but not the same
The Lord will come, a dreadful form,
Can this be He who wont to stray
Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain,
IN the sun and moon and stars
Earth shall quake with inward wars,
Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,
Darker storms the mountain sweep,
Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,
And amid the thunder cloud
But though from that awful face
Fear not ye, his chosen race,
THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT. MATT. x1. 0, Saviour, is thy promise fled? No longer might 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 beam thy servants bless, Who long to feel thy perfect reign, And share thy kingdom's happiness. A feeble race, by passion driven, In darkness and in doubt we roam, And lift our anxious eyes to heaven, Our hope, our harbor, and our home. Yet, 'mid,the wild and wintry gale, When death rides darkly o'er the sea, And strength and earthly daring fail, Our prayers, Redeemer, rest on thee.
Come, Jesus, come, and, as of yore
THE FOURTH SUNDAY IN ADVENT .
THE world is grown old, and her pleasures are past; The world is grown old, and her form may not last ; The world is grown old, and trembles sor fear; For sorrows abound and judgment is near.
The sun in the heaven is languid and pale ;
And feeble and few are the fruits of the vale;
And the hearts of the nations fail them for fear,
For the world is grown old, and judgment is near”.
The king on his throne, the bride in her bower, The children of pleasure all feel the sad hour; The roses are faded, and tasteless the cheer, For the world is grown old,and judgment is near.
The world is grown old,—but should we com
lain Who o tried her and know that her promise is vain 2 Our heart is in heaven, our home is not here, And we look for our crown when judgment is near.