5 Thine was the Cross, with all its fruits
Of grace and peace divine:
Be Thine the crown of glory now,
The palm of victory Thine!
1 LORD, her watch Thy Church is keeping;
When shall earth Thy rule obey?
When shall end the night of weeping?
When shall break the promised day?
See the whitening harvest languish,
Waiting still the labourers' toil;
Was it vain-Thy Son's deep anguish?
Shall the strong retain the spoil?
2 Tidings sent to every creature,
Millions yet have never heard;
Can they hear without a preacher?
Lord Almighty, give the word!
Give the word! In every nation
Let the Gospel-trumpet sound,
Witnessing a world's salvation
To the earth's remotest bound.
3 Then the end!-Thy Church completed,
All Thy chosen gather'd in,
With their King in glory seated,
Satan bound, and banish'd sin;
Gone for ever-parting, weeping,
Hunger, sorrow, death, and pain-
Lo! her watch Thy Church is keeping;
Come, Lord Jesus, come-to reign.
75 "Continue in prayer, and watch in the same with thanksgiving.”
1 HARK! 'tis the watchman's cry:
Wake, brethren, wake!
Jesus our Lord is nigh;
Wake, brethren, wake!
Sleep is for sons of night;
Ye are children of the light;
Yours is the glory bright—
Wake, brethren, wake!
2 Call to each waking band,
Watch, brethren, watch!
Clear is our Lord's command,
Watch, brethren, watch!
Be ye as they that wait
Always at the Bridegroom's gate;
E'en though He tarry late,
Watch, brethren, watch.
3 Heed we the Master's call,
Work, brethren, work!
There's room enough for all;
Work, brethren, work!
This vineyard of the Lord
Constant labour will afford;
Yours is a sure reward;
Work, brethren, work!
4 Hear we the Saviour's voice,
Pray, brethren, pray!
Would ye His heart rejoice?
Pray, brethren, pray.
Sin calls for constant fear;
Weakness needs the strong One near;
Long as ye struggle here,
Pray, brethren, pray..
5 Now sound the final chord,
Praise, brethren, praise!
Thrice holy is our Lord;
Praise, brethren, praise!
What more befits the tongues,
Soon to join the angels' songs,
While heaven the note prolongs,
Praise, brethren, praise! Amen.
76 "Then shall they see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with great power and glory."
1 Lo! He comes; with clouds descending,
Once for favoured sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of His train;
Hallelujah!
God appears on earth to reign.
2 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.
3 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!
4 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,
Hallelujah! come, Lord, come. Amen
"The Lord Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the Archangel, and with the trump of God."
1 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.
2 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 prepared to meet Him.
3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,
Behold His wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing:
The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,
All unprepared to meet Him.
4 Great God, what do I see and hear!
The end of things created;
The Judge of mankind doth appear,
On clouds of glory seated!
Low at His Cross, I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet Him.
78 "This is indeed the Christ, the Saviour of the world."
1 BLESSED night, when first that plain
Echoed with the joyful strain :
"Peace has come to earth again."
2 Blessed hills, that heard the song
Of the glorious angel-throng,
Swelling all your slopes along.
3 Happy shepherds, on whose ear
Fell the tidings glad and dear:
"God to man is drawing near.
4 This, the woman's promised seed,
Abram's mighty Son, indeed;
Succourer of earth's great need.
5 Babe of promise, born at last,
After weary ages past,
When our hopes were overcast,
6 We adore Thee as our King,
And to Thee our song we sing,
Our best offering to Thee bring.
7 "Lamb of God"-Thy lowly Name-
King of kings we Thee proclaim,
Heaven and earth shall hear its fame.
1 MIGHTY King of Righteousness,
King of Glory, King of Peace,
Never shall Thy Kingdom cease!
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