The Mission of Christ. Luke iv. 18, 19.
1 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart a throne prepare,
And every voice a song.
2 On him the spirit largely poured,
Exerts its holy fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His sacred breast inspire.
3 He comes the prisoners to release,
In wretched bondage held:
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
4 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray ;
And on the eye-balls of the blind,
To pour celestial day.
5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And, with the treasures of his grace,
Enrich the humble poor.
6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name!
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The Day of Judgment.
1 HEAR, O ye dead! awake, arise!
The sounding trumpet shakes the skies;
The awful Judge is near;
Angelic guards attend him down;
And flaming round his fiery throne
A thousand terrors glare.
2 Pale guilt looks upwards with amaze;
She trembles while the terrors blaze,
And conscience tells her doom:
Struck with unutterable dread,
The sinner fain would hide his head,
And shrink within the tomb.
3 But ye, his happy saints, rejoice;
No terrors hath the Monarch's voice,
His looks no frowns, for you:
He comes your spirits to convey
To regions of eternal day,
To joys for ever new.
4 "Bless'd of my Father! haste," he cries;
"In shining triumph mount the skies,
To nobler worlds above;
There shall ye share my blissful sight,
And taste the fulness of delight,
In my eternal love."
The future Peace and Glory of the Church. Isa. lx. 15-20.
1 HEAR what God, the Lord hath spoken:
O my people! faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken;
Fair abodes I build for you:
There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow
For the Lord your faith rewarding
All his bounty will bestow.
2 There, in undisturbed possession,
Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feel oppression,
Never hear of war again.
God will rise, and shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, will be your glory,
God, your everlasting light.
Blessed are the Dead which die in the Lord." Rev. xiv. 13.
1 HEAR What the voice from heaven proclaims For all the pious dead :
Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their dying bed.
2 They sleep in Jesus, and are blessed:
How calm their slumbers are!
From sufferings and from sins released,
And freed from every care.
3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
And present with the Lord,
The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.
God every where the Refuge of his Servants.
1 How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help, omnipotence.
2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, Supported by thy care,
They pass unhurt through burning climes, And breathe in tainted air.
3 Thy mercy sweetens every soil,
Makes every region please;
The hoary frozen hills it warms,
And smooths the boisterous seas.
4 Though by the dreadful tempest toss'd
High on the broken wave,
They know thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
5 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;
The sea that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.
6 From all our griefs and straits, O Lord!
Thy mercy sets us free,
While in the confidence of prayer
Our hearts take hold on thee.
7 In midst of dangers, fears, and death,
Thy goodness we'll adore;
And praise thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
8 Our lives, while thou preserv'st our lives, Thy sacrifice shall be;
And Ŏ! may death, when death shall come,
Unite our souls to thee.
The Resurrection of Christ.
1 HOSANNA! let us join to sing
The glories of our rising king;
Recount his victories, and tell
How Jesus triumphed when he fell.
2 Soon as the morning's earliest ray
Brings on the third, the appointed day,
Behold an angel from the skies,
Roll back the stone, and Jesus rise!
3 With strength immortal, forth he comes,
And
and life from God resumes;
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The days of pain and sorrow past,
His triumph shall for ever last.
4 Ye tribes of Adam! raise the song,
And, with your noblest notes, prolong
The triumphs of that day of grace,
Which sealed salvation to our race.
5 Salvation-joy-inspiring theme!
Best gift of him who reigns supreme;
Sweet balm of every human wo,
And source of boundless joy below!
Salvation-sons of men, record
The glories of your rising Lord;
The triumphs of the Saviour tell,
Who died, and conquered when he fell!
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