2 How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
3 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold

Their Saviour, and their God.

Isaac Watts. 1707.

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1 COME, kingdom of our God,

Sweet reign of light and love! Shed peace and hope and joy abroad, And wisdom from above. Over our spirits first

Extend thy healing reign; There raise and quench the sacred thirs That never pains again.

2 Come, kingdom of our God!

And make the broad earth thine; Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine.

Soon may all tribes be blest

With fruit from life's glad tree;
And in its shade like brothers rest,
Sons of one family.

John Johns. 1837.

Wm. Knapp. 1760.

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2 Come as a Shepherd; guard and keep This fold from hell, and earth, and sin; Nourish the lambs, and feed the sheep, The wounded heal, the lost bring in.

3 Come as a Watchman; take thy stand Upon thy tower amidst the sky,

And when the sword comes on the land
Call us to fight, or. warn to fly.

4 Come as an Angel, hence to guide
A band of pilgrims on their way,
That, safely walking at thy side,
We fail not, faint not, turn, nor stray.

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I THE perfect world, by Adam trod,
Was the first temple built to God;
His fiat laid the corner-stone,
And heaved its pillars one by one.

2 He hung its starry roof on high-
The broad, illimitable sky;

He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtained it with morning light.

3 The mountains in their places stood,
The sea, the sky, and "all was good;"
And when its first few praises rang,
The "morning stars together sang.'

4 Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea,
And earth, and sky, a house for thee;
But in thy sight our offering stands,
An humbler temple, " made with hands"
5 We cannot bid the morning star
To sing how bright thy glories are;
But, Lord, if thou wilt meet us here,
Thy praise shall be the Christian's tear
Nathaniel P. Willis. 1825.