CUM NUBIBUS. 8.7.4.

HENRY SMART (1812-1879), 1868.

2 Every eye shall now behold Him, Robed in dreadful majesty;

Those who set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.
3 Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear:
All His saints, by men rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air:
Hallelujah!

See the day of God appear.
4 Yea, amen; let all adore Thee,

High on Thine eternal throne: Saviour, take the power and glory; Claim the kingdom for Thine own: O come quickly,

700

Hallelujah! come, Lord, come.

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788), 1758. V. 1. 2. 4.
Rev. John Cennick (1717-1755), 1752.
V. 3.
Rev. Martin Madan (1726-1790), 1760. Ab.
"Surely I come quickly."

REV. xxii. 20.

I O'ER the distant mountains breaking, Comes the reddening dawn of day;

Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray : 'Tis thy Saviour,

On His bright, returning way.

2 O Thou long-expected, weary

Waits my anxious soul for Thee;
Life is dark, and earth is dreary
Where Thy light I do not see:
O my Saviour,

When wilt Thou return to me?

ternal things im - press; And trem-ble on

the brink of fate,

702 Death and Judgment anticipated. 2 Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day,

3

When Thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at Thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?

Be this my one great business here,
With holy trembling, holy fear,
To make my calling sure,

Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all Thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

4 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale to live,
And reign with Thee above,
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788), 1749. Ab. and alt. v. 3.

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built And pearly gates behold;

[walls

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

3 O when, thou city of my God,
Shall I Thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know: [scenes
Blest seats, through rude and stormy
I onward press to you.

5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand;

And soon my friends in Christ, below,
Will join the glorious band.

6 Jerusalem, my happy home,

My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

Unknown. Williams and Boden's Collection, 1801. Ab.

704 "O Mother dear, Jerusalem."

I O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem,

When shall I come to thee?

When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?

2 O happy harbor of God's saints,
O sweet and pleasant soil;
In thee no sorrow can be found,
Nor grief, nor care, nor toil.