4 He comes, for O His yearning heart To scenes of full unmingled joy 5 This earth, the scene of all his woe, Full soon upon His heav'nly throne, 6 Thou too shalt reign-He will not wear His crown of joy alone; And earth, His royal Bride shall see 7 Then weep no more, 'tis all thine own, His crown, His joy divine, And sweeter far than all beside, CCX. ANOTHER OF THE SAME. 1 GLOOMY and dark the night has been, 2 Ye mourning pilgrims! dry your tears, 3 Lift up your heads, behold from far 4 And see that star-like host around, Hark, hark, the trumpet's gladdening sound, 5 O weeping Spouse, arise, rejoice, CCXI. "None of us liveth to himself, and no man dieth to himself."-Rom. xiv. 7. 1 I WILL a little pilgrim be, Resolv'd alone to follow Thee, Thou Lamb of God, who now art gone 2 I will my heart to Thee resign, 3 My lips shall be employ'd to bless ССХІІ. Christ our passover is sacrificed for us."-1 Cor. v. 7. 1 WHY did the paschal beast Of old for Israel bleed? To be their safeguard and their feast, To sprinkle and to feed. 2 Dwell not my searching soul, On ritual shadows now; Christ is the Lamb all pure and whole, 3 Now get thy house within, 4 He looks and calls from high, He hears the posts and lintels cry 5 I hear the accuser roar Of ills that I have done; I know them well, and thousands more, 6 Sin, Satan, death, press near, Let but my Advocate appear, 7 Before, behind, around, They set their fierce array, To fight and force me from my ground, 8 I meet them face to face, Through Jesus' conquest blest; March in the triumph of His Right onward to my rest. 9 There in His book I bear, grace, A more than conqueror's name― 10 His be the victor's name, Who fought our fight alone; 11 By weakness and defeat, He won the meed and crown; 12 He, hell, in hell laid low, Made sin, He sin o'erthrew ; Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so, And death, by dying, slew. 13 Bless, bless the conqueror slain, Who lived, who died, who lives again |