2 The time foretold by heaven is come,— The year of jubilee ;
The day which kings and saints so long,
So much desired to see.
3 He's come! the mighty Saviour's come!
Hear and rejoice, O earth;
Let every tongue, the globe around,
Hail the Redeemer's birth.
4 To universal empire born,
The charge he well sustains:
Nations, rejoice! the mighty Lord,
Your King, Messiah, reigns.
1 Now to the Lord a noble song: Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue; Hosanna to Jehovah's name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
2 The spacious earth, and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise, the powerful God;
And thy rich glories from afar.
Sparkle in every rolling star.
3 But in thy Son a glory shines,
Drawn out in far superior lines;
The lustre of redeeming grace
Outshines the beams of nature's face.
4 Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name;
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound; Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground. 5 O may I live to reach the place Where he unveils his lovely face,Where all his beauties you behold, And sing his name to harps of gold!
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Blessings of Christ.
1 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 our souls thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
2 Born thy people to deliver,
Born a Child—and yet a King;
Born to reign in us forever,
Now thy precious kingdom bring :
By thine own eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
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Beauties of the Saviour.
1 WHEN strangers stand and hear me tell
What beauties in my Saviour dwell,
Where he is gone they fain would know,
That they might seek and love him too.
2 My blest Redeemer keeps his throne
On hills of light in worlds unknown;
But he descends, and shows his face
In the young gardens of his grace.
3 He has engrossed my warmest love;
No earthly charms my soul can move :
I have a mansion in his heart,
Nor life nor death can make us part.
4 O, may my spirit daily rise
On wings of faith above the skies;
Till death shall make my last remove,
To dwell forever with
my Love.
HYMN 152. L. M. [#]
Christ and his Church.
1 THE King of saints, how fair his face,
Adorned with majesty and grace!
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.
2 At his right hand our eyes behold
The queen arrayed in purest gold;
The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.
3 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies,
And all thy sons (a numerous train)
Each like a prince in glory reign!
4 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let every age his praises spread;
While we, with cheerful songs, approve
The condescensions of his love.
HYMN 153. L. M. [#]
Christ the Beloved.
1 THE wondering world inquires to know
Why I should love my Jesus so:
What are his charms, say they, above
The objects of a mortal love?
2 Yes, my Beloved, to my sight,
Displays a mixture red and white;
All human beauties, all divine,
In my Redeemer meet and shine.
3 White is his soul, from blemish free
;
Red with the blood he shed for me;
The fairest of ten thousand fairs,
A sun amongst ten thousand stars.
4 All over glorious is my Lord;
He must be loved, and yet adored;
His worth if all the nations knew,
Sure the whole earth would love him too.
1 Lo, what a precious Corner-Stone
The Jewish builders did refuse !
But God hath built his church thereon,
And blessed the Gentiles with the Jews.
2 Great God, the work is all divine,
The joy and wonder of our eyes!
This is the day that proves it thine,-
The day that saw our Saviour rise.
3 Sinners, rejoice, and, saints, be glad ;
Hosanna, let his name be blest;
A thousand honours on his head,
With peace, and light and glory rest! 4 In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our sinful race;
Let all on earth address their King,
With hearts of joy and songs of praise.
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Stone laid in Zion.
1 BEHOLD the Corner-Stone,
Which God in Zion lays,
To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise.
2 The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes;
This day declares it all divine;
This day did Jesus rise.
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