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1 AWAKE, ye saints, awake and watch,
The Bridegroom may be near;
His people slumb'ring here !
2 They who are ready to attend
The Lord when He appears, With Him to glory shall ascend;
Eternal life is theirs.
3 With Him they shall sit down, and feast
On heav'n's unbounded store; Enjoy an everlasting rest,
And never hunger more.
4 When once the chamber door shall close,
'Tis sure beyond a doubt, No further hope remains for those
Who then are found without.
5 Awake, and be ye like to those
Who wait their Lord's return;
Whose end it is to mourn.
Jesus comes by crowds attended,
Heav'n the dazzling train supplies:
Let the ransom'd
2 'Tis the day so long expected;
Shout, ye saints, and triumph now;
'Tis His triumph:
1 Jesus, we hail Thee Israel's King;
To Thee our tribute, Lord, we bring;
2 Hail ! Israel's King, enthron'd in light,
Whose glory never shone more bright
3 Then did admiring angels see
Divine forbearance, Lord, in Thee;
4 An object of contempt beneath,
And judg'd by men to suffer death;
5 Reign, mighty Lord, for ever reign!
Thy cause throughout the world maintain;
CCCXVIII.—7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8.
1 Sing aloud to God, our strength;
He has brought us hitherto;
This the Lord our God will do:
2 Sing aloud to God, our strength;
Sing with wonder of His love;
Who can tell its breadth and length ?
Who below, or who above? Who its depth and height can measure ? "Tis a rich unbounded treasure !
3 Sing aloud to God, our strength;
He is with us where we go ;
Fear we not the mighty foe:
CCCXIX.-8, 7, 8, 7, 7, 7.
1 In our Lord we have redemption,
Full remission in His blood;
From the curse pronounc'd by God:
2 Praise be His, all praise transcending,
Praise on earth, and praise in heav'n;
To the Lamb of God be giv'n:
1 Ours is a pardon bought with blood,
Amazing truth! the blood of One Who, without usurpation, could
Lay claim to heav'n's eternal throne.
2 No victim of inferior worth
Could ward the stroke that justice aim'd; For none but He, in heav'n or earth,
Could offer that which justice claim'd.
3 But He, the Lord of glory, came;
On yonder cross He bow'd His head; He suffer'd pain, He suffer'd shame,
And lay a pris'ner with the dead.
4 But lo! He rises from the grave,
And bears the greatest, sweetest name ; The Lord, almighty now to save,
From sin, from death, from endless shame.
I SAVIOUR, through the desert lead us,
Without Thee we cannot go ;