We long to hear Thy voice,
To see Thee face to face,
To share Thy crown and glory then,
As now we share Thy grace.
Come, Lord! and wipe away
The curse, the sin, the stain;
And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.
Come, then, Lord Jesu! come.
1 BRIDE of the Lamb, awake, awake!
Why sleep for sorrow now,
The Hope of glory, Christ, is thine,
A child of glory thou.
Listen for the midnight cry,
Awake! arise! thy Lord is nigh.
Awake! arise! thy Lord is nigh.
2 Thy spirit through the lonely night,
From earthly joy apart,
Hath sighed for One that's far away,
The Bridegroom of thy heart.
3 This earth, the scene of all His woe,
A homeless wild to thee,
Full soon upon His heavenly throne
Its rightful King shall see.
4 Thou too shalt reign; He will not wear His crown of joy alone;
And earth His royal bride shall see
Beside Him on the throne.
5 Then weep no more; 'tis all thine own, His crown, His joy Divine ;
And sweeter far than all beside,
The Lord Himself is thine!
FAR down the ages now,
Much of her journey done,
The pilgrim Church pursues her way,
Until her crown be won.
The story of the past
Comes up before her view;
How well it seems to suit her still,
Old, and yet ever new.
'Tis the same story still
Of sin and weariness,
Of grace and love yet flowing down
To pardon and to bless.
No broader is the way,
No smoother is the ancient path,
That leads to light and day.
We follow where He leads the way,
The kingdom in our view.
1 LORD, Thy Church her watch is keeping;
When shall earth Thy rule obey?
When shall end the night of weeping?
When shall break the promised day?
See the whitening harvest languish,
Waiting still the labourers' toil;
Was it vain--Thy Son's deep anguish?
Shall the strong retain the spoil?
2 Tidings, sent to every creature,
Millions yet have never heard ;
Can they hear without a preacher ?
Lord Almighty! give the word!
Give the word; in every nation
Let the Gospel trumpet sound,
Witnessing a world's salvation,
To the earth's remotest bound.
3 Then the end; Thy Church completed,
All Thy chosen gathered in,
With their King in glory seated,
Satan bound and banished sin :
Gone for ever, parting, weeping,
Hunger, sorrow, death, and pain
Lo! Thy Church her watch is keeping,
Come, Lord Jesus! come to reign!
Downton.
ПIS the Church triumphant singing,
Worthy the Lamb;
Heaven throughout with praises ringing,
Worthy the Lamb.
Thrones and powers before Him bending,
Odours sweet with voice ascending,
Swell the chorus never ending,
Worthy the Lamb.
2 Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
Worthy the Lamb,
Join to sing the great salvation,
Worthy the Lamb.
Loud as mighty thunders roaring,
Floods of mighty waters pouring,
Prostrate at His feet adoring :
Worthy the Lamb.
3 Harps and songs for ever sounding,
Worthy the Lamb;
Mighty grace o'er sin abounding,
Worthy the Lamb.
By His blood He dearly bought us ;
Wandering from the fold He sought us,
And to glory safely brought us:
Worthy the Lamb !
4 Sing with blest anticipation,
Worthy the Lamb;
Through the vale of tribulation,
Worthy the Lamb.
Sweetest notes, all notes excelling,
On the theme for ever dwelling,
Still untold, though ever telling:
Worthy the Lamb!
1 HOW sweet to think that all who love
The Saviour's precious name,
Who look by faith to Him above,
And own His gentle claim,
Though severed wide by land or sea,
Are members of one family!
2 Christians who dwell on snow-clad ground,
Or on the burning strand,
And those whose happy home is found
In our fair, peaceful land,
Are linked by more than earthly tie,
And form one loving family.
3 "Our Father" is the hallowed sound
They breathe from day to day!
Trained by His love, their steps are found
In the same heavenward way;
Their joys are one, alike their fears,
The same bright hope their exile cheers.
4 Yes, they are one-though some, we know,
Have reached the home of love;
But those who yet remain below
Are one with those above :
In that bright world are mansions fair,
And all will soon be gathered there!
COMMUNION OF SAINTS.
If we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with another."-1 JOHN i. 7.
1 GREAT the joy when Christians meet!
Christian fellowship, how sweet!
When, their theme of praise the same,
They exalt Jehovah's name.
2 Sing we, then, eternal love,
Such as did the Father move:
He beheld the world undone ;
Loved the world, and gave His Son.
3 Sing the Son's amazing love;
How He left the realms above,
Took our nature and our place,
Lived and died to save our race.
4 Sing we, too, the Spirit's love;
With our stubborn hearts He strove,
Chased the mists of sin away,
Turned our night to glorious day.
5 Great the joy, the union sweet,
When the saints in glory meet;
Where the theme is still the same,
Where they praise Jehovah's name!
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