Great Prophet of our God!
Our tongues would bless Thy name :
By Thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came :
The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.
Jesus, our great High Priest,
Offered His blood and died;
Our guilty souls require
No sacrifice beside;
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.
4 We love our Shepherd's voice,
His watchful eyes shall keep
Our wandering souls among
The thousands of His sheep.
He feeds His flock; He calls their names; His bosom bears the tender lambs.
Divine, almighty Lord!
Our Conqueror and our King!
Thy sceptre and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace we sing;
Thine is the power; oh! may we sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet!
JESUS! Name of wondrous love,
Name all other names above,
Unto which must every knee
Bow in deep humility.
2 Jesus! Name of priceless worth
To the fallen sons of earth,
For the promise that it gave,—
"Jesus shall His people save."
3 Jesus! Name of mercy mild,
Given to the Holy Child,
When the cup of human woe
First He tasted here below.
4 Jesus! Only Name that's given
Under all the mighty heaven,
Whereby man, to sin enslaved,
Bursts his fetters, and is saved.
5 Jesus! Name of wondrous love!
Human Name of God above!
Pleading only this, we flee,
Helpless, O our God, to Thee.
1 THERE is a name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.
2 It tells me of a Saviour's love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood,
The sinner's perfect plea.
3 It tells me of a Father's smile,
Beaming upon His child;
It cheers me through this "little while,"
Through desert, waste, and wild.
4 It bids my trembling soul rejoice,
And dries each rising tear;
It tells me in a "still small voice,"
To trust and not to fear.
5 Jesus! the name I love so well,
The name I love to hear!
No saint on earth its worth can tell,
Nor heart conceive how dear.
THOU hidden source of calm repose,
Thou all-sufficient Love Divine,
My help and refuge from my foes,
Secure I am, if Thou art mine;
And lo! from sin, and grief, and shame,
I hide me, Jesus! in Thy Name.
2 Thy mighty Name salvation is,
And keeps my happy soul above;
Comfort it brings, and power, and peace,
And joy, and everlasting love;
To me, with Thy dear Name, are given,
Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.
3 Jesus! my all in all Thou art;
My rest in toil; my ease in pain,
The medicine of my broken heart;
In war, my peace; in loss, my gain;
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown;
In shame, my glory and my crown.
THE SECOND ADVENT.
"This same Jesus shall so come in like manner as ye have seen Him go into heaven."-ACTS i. 11.
"Surely I come quickly; Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!"-REV. xxii. 20.
"There shall be no more curse."-REV. xxii. 3.
"A LITTLE while," our Lord shall come,
And we shall wander here no more;
He'll take us to our Father's home,
Where He, for us, hath gone before,
To dwell with Him, to see His face,
And sing the glories of His grace.
2 "A little while," He'll come again;
Let us the precious hours redeem;
Our only grief to give Him pain,
Our joy to serve and follow Him:
Watching and ready may we be,
As those who long their Lord to see.
3" A little while," 'twill soon be past;
Why should we shun the shame and cross?
Oh let us in His footsteps haste,
Counting, for Him, all else but loss:
Oh! how will recompense His smile,
For sufferings of this "little while."
4"A little while"; come, Saviour! come;
For Thee Thy Bride has tarried long;
Take Thy poor wearied pilgrims home,
To sing the new, eternal song;
To see Thy glory, and to be
In everything conformed to Thee! Deck.
ESUS! Thy Church with longing eyes
For Thine expected coming waits;
When will the promised light arise,
And glory beam from Sion's gates?
2 E'en now, when tempests round us fall,
And wintry clouds o'ercast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall,
And deem that our redemption's nigh.
3 Come, gracious Lord! our hearts renew,
Our foes repel, our wrongs redress,
Man's rooted enmity subdue,
And crown Thy gospel with success. 4 Oh! come, and reign o'er every land, Let Satan from his throne be hurled ;
All nations bow to Thy command, And grace revive a dying world. 5 Teach us in watchfulness and prayer To wait for the appointed hour; And fit us by Thy grace to share The triumphs of Thy conquering power.
O! He comes, with clouds descending,
Once for favoured sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints, attending,
Swell the triumph of His train :
Hallelujah!
Jesus comes, and comes to reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold Him,
Robed in dreadful majesty:
Those who set at nought, and sold Him,
Pierced, and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the great Messiah see.
3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth, shall flee away;
All who hate Him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day:
"Come to judgment,
Come to judgment, come away."
4 Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear!
All His saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air:
Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear!
5 Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee,
High on Thine exalted throne:
|