52 Let the people praise thee, O God.--Ps. Ixvii. 3. [D. 83. 7s.
1 LORD of heaven, and earth, and ocean,
Hear us from thy bright abode,
While our hearts, with deep devotion,
Own their great and gracious God:
Now with joy we come before thee,
Seek thy face-thy mercies sing;
Lord of life, and light, and glory,
Guard thy church, and guide our Queen.
2 Health, and every needful blessing,
Are thy bounteous gifts alone;
Comforts undeserved possessing,
Here we bend before thy throne :
Young and old do now before thee
Their united tribute bring;
Lord of life, and light, and glory,
Shield our isle, and save our Queen.
3 Thee, with humble adoration,
Lord, we praise for mercies past;
Still to this most favour'd nation
May those mercies ever last :
Britons, then, shall still before thee
Songs of ceaseless praises sing:
Lord of life, and light, and glory,
Bless thy people, bless our Queen."
Praise ye the name of the Lord; praise him,
O ye servants of the Lord.-Ps. cxxxv. 1.
1 REJOICE to-day with one accord,
Sing out with exultation;
Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord,
Whose arm hath brought salvation;
His works of love proclaim
The greatness of his Name;
For he is God alone,
Who hath his mercy shown;
Let all his saints adore him.
2 When in distress to him we cried,
He heard our sad complaining;
O trust in him, whate'er betide,
His love is all-sustaining;
Triumphant songs of praise
To him our hearts shall raise;
Now every voice shall say,
O praise our God alway;
Let all his saints adore him.
3 Rejoice to-day with one accord,
Sing out with exultation;
Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord,
Whose arm hath brought salvation;
His works of love proclaim
The greatness of his Name;
For he is God alone,
Who hath his mercy shown;
Let all his saints adore him. Amen.
"WHO FOR US MEN AND FOR OUR SALVATION CAME DOWN FROM HEAVEN."
"HE SHALL COME AGAIN WITH GLORY TO JUDGE BOTH THE QUICK AND THE DEAD.'
He hath visited and redeemed his people.
1 HARK! the glad sound! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 He comes the prisoners to release
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.
4 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasures of his grace
To enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.c
The Lord reigneth.-Ps. xcvii. 1.
The Lord is come:
Let earth receive her King,
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth! The Saviour reigns: Let men their songs employ;
While fields, and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground:
He comes to make his blessings flow,
Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.c
56 The Redeemer shall come to Zion.-Isa. lix. 20. [SIX 8s.
1 DRAW nigh, draw nigh, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here,
Until the Son of God appear:
Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
2 Draw nigh, O Jesse's Rod, draw nigh
To free us from the enemy;
From hell's infernal pit to save,
And give us victory o'er the grave:
Rejoice rejoice, &c.
3 Draw nigh, thou Dayspring, who shalt cheer
And comfort by thine Advent here,
And banish far the brooding gloom
Of sinful night and endless doom:
Rejoice, rejoice, &c.
4 Draw nigh, draw nigh, O David's Key,
The heavenly gate will ope to thee;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery:
Rejoice, rejoice, &c.
5 Draw nigh, draw nigh, O Lord of might,
Who to thy tribes from Sina's height
In ancient time didst give the law
In cloud, and majesty, and awe :
Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel."
Let your loins be girded about, and your
lights burning.-Luke xii. 35.
YE servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of his heavenly word,
And watchful at his gate.
Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame:
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name.
Watch; 'tis your Lord's command,
And while we speak, he's near;
Mark the first signal of his hand,
And ready all appear.
O happy servant he,
In such a posture found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honour crown'd.
Christ shall the banquet spread
With his own royal hand,
And raise that faithful servant's head
Amid the angelic band."
HARK, 'tis the watchman's cry,
Wake, brethren, wake:
Jesus himself 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.
Call to each wakening band,
Watch, brethren, watch;
Clear is our Lord's command,
Watch, brethren, watch.
Be ye as men that wait
Always at their Master's gate,
E'en though he tarry late;
Watch, brethren, watch.
Heed we the Steward's call,
Work, brethren, work:
There's room enough for all:
Work, brethren, work.
This vineyard of the Lord
Constant labour will afford;
He will your work reward;
Work, brethren, work.
Hear we the Shepherd's voice,
Pray, brethren, pray:
Would ye his heart rejoice,
Pray, brethren, pray.
Sin calls for ceaseless fear,
Weakness needs the Strong One near.
Long as ye struggle here,
Pray, brethren, pray.
5 Sound now the final chord,
Praise, brethren, praise:
Thrice holy is the Lord,
Praise, brethren, praise.
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