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:
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