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THOMAS HASTINGS.

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3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,-
"Mortals! behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King:-

4 "The God of glory, down to men,
Removes His blest abode;
Men, the dear objects of His grace,
And He their loving God:-

5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye;

Thou glorious Star of day! Shine forth and chase the dreary night, With all our tears away.

4 No resting-place we seek on earth,
No loveliness we see;

Our eye is on the royal crown,
Prepared for us-and Thee!

5 But, dearest Lord, however bright,
That crown of joy above,
What is it to the brighter hope
Of dwelling in Thy love?

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Edward Denny.

And death itself shall die!"

6 How long, dear Saviour! oh, how long Shall this bright hour delay?

Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time!
And bring the welcome day.

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Isaac Watts.

1 Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart! Star of the coming day!

Arise, and with Thy morning beams
Chase all our griefs away.

2 Come, blesséd Lord! let
every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of Thy royal name,
And own Thee as their King.

Why sleep for sorrow now?
The hope of glory, Christ, is thine,
A child of glory, thou.

2 Thy spirit, through the lonely night, From earthly joy apart,

Hath sighed for one that's far away,—
The Bridegroom of thy heart.

3 But see! the night is waning fast,
The breaking morn is near;
And Jesus comes with voice of love,
Thy drooping heart to cheer.

4 Then weep no more; 'tis all thine own, His crown, His joy divine;

And, sweeter far than all beside,

He, He Himself is thine!

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2 Come! for the good are few,
They lift the voice in vain;
Faith waxes fainter on the earth,
And love is on the wane.

3 Come! for love waxes cold,
Its steps are faint and slow;
Faith now is lost in unbelief;
Hope's lamp burns dim and low.

4 Come! for creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.

5 Come, and make all things new;

Build up this ruined earth, Restore our faded Paradise, Creation's second birth!

6 Come, and begin Thy reign

Of everlasting peace;

Come, take the kingdom to Thyself, Great King of Righteousness!

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Horatius Bonar.

1 The Church has waited long

Her absent Lord to see;

And still in loneliness she waits,

A friendless stranger she.

2 Age after age has gone,

Sun after sun has set,

And still, in weeds of widowhood, She weeps a mourner yet.

1 Ye servants of the Lord!
Each in His office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word,
And watchful at His gate.

2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins as in His sight,
For awful is His name.

3 Watch,-'tis your Lord's command;
And while we speak He's near;
Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.

4 Oh, happy servant he,

In such a posture found!

He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.

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of all.

Now hail the Strength of Israel's might, And crown Him Lord of all.

3 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall,

Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.

4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.

5 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,

And crown Him Lord of all.

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We at His feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

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Edward Perronet, alt.

1 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise! The glories of my God and King,

The triumphs of His grace!

2 My gracious Master and my God! Assist me to proclaim,

To spread through all the earth abroad The honors of Thy name.

That bids my sorrows cease; "Tis music in the sinner's ears,

"Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the prisoner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood availed for me.

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Charles Wesley.

1 Come, ye that love the Saviour's name,
And joy to make it known,
The Sovereign of your hearts proclaim,
And bow before His throne.

2 Behold your King, your Saviour crowned With glories all divine;

And tell the wondering nations round,
How bright those glories shine.

3 When in His earthly courts we view
The beauties of our King,

We long to love as angels do,
And with their voice to sing.

4 And shall we long and wish in vain?
Lord, teach our songs to rise:
Thy love can raise our humble strain,
And bid it reach the skies.

5 Oh for the day, the glorious day!
When heaven and earth shall raise,
With all their powers, the raptured lay,
To celebrate Thy praise.

Anne Steele

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to praise;

ver us, An-cient of days!

2 Come, Thou incarnate Word,
Gird on Thy mighty sword;
Our prayer attend;
Come, and Thy people bless,
And give Thy word success,
Spirit of holiness!

On us descend.

3 Come, holy Comforter!
Thy sacred witness bear,
In this glad hour:
Thou, Who, almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power!

4 To the great One in Three, The highest praises be,

Hence evermore! His sovereign majesty May we in glory see, And to eternity

Love and adore.

Charles Wesley

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1 Glory to God on high!
Let heaven and earth reply,
"Praise ye His name!"
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore;
Sing loud for evermore,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

2 While they around the throne Cheerfully join in one,

Praising His name,—

Ye who have felt His blood
Sealing your peace with God,
Sound His dear name abroad,
“Worthy the Lamb!”

8 Join, all ye ransomed race,
Our Lord and God to bless;
Praise ye His name!

In Him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

4 Soon must we change our place, Yet will we never cease

Praising His name;

To Him our songs we bring;
Hail Him our gracious King;
And, through all ages, sing,
"Worthy the Lamb!"

James Allen