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By thine all-sufficient merit

Every burden’d soul release;
By the influence of thy Spirit

Guide us into perfect peace.


Christ's second Advent.

1 LO! he comes with clouds descending,

Once for favour'd sinners slain,
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of his train :

Jesus now shall ever reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold him

Rób'd in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,

Deeply wailing,
Shall the great Messiah see.
3 Now redemption long-expected

See in solemn pomp appear;
All his saints by man rejected
Now shall meet him in the air:

See the day of God appear.


Yea, Amen ! let all adore thee,

High on thine eternal throne:
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own:

Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come.

HYMN 5. The solemnities of the future Judgment. 1 GREAT God, what do I see and hear!

The end of things created!
The Judge of mankind doth appear

On clouds of glory seated !
The trumpet sounds! the

graves restore The dead which they contained before!

Prepare, my soul, to meet him.
2 The dead in Christ shall first arise,

At the last trumpet's sounding;
Caught up to meet him in the skies,

With joy their Lord surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay;
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepar’d to meet him. 3 Far over space, to distant spheres,

The lightnings are prevailing ;
The ungodly rise, and all their

And sighs are unavailing :
The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,

All unprepar’d to meet him. 4 Stay, fancy, stay, and close thy wings;

Repress thy flight too daring;
One wondrous sight my comfort brings,

The Judge my nature wearing:
Beneath his cross I view the day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,

And thus prepare to meet him.


Prepare to meet thy God.
AND will the Judge descend ?

And must the dead arise ?
And not a single soul escape




How will my heart endure

The terrors of that day,
When heaven and earth before his face

Astonish'd shrink
But ere his trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead,
Hark, from the gospel's gentle voice

What joyful tidings spread!
Ye sinners, seek his grace,

Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,

And find salvation there.



HYMN 7 The birth of Christ celebrated in heaven and

1 HIGH let us swell our tuneful notes,

And join the angelic throng,
For angels no such love have known

To wake a cheerful song.
2 Good-will to sinful men is shown


peace on earth is given;
For, lo! the incarnate Saviour comes

messages from heaven.
3 Justice and grace, with sweet accord,

His rising beams adorn;
Let heaven and earth in concert join;

The promis d child is born.
4 Glory to God in highest strains,

In highest worlds be paid ;
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,

And by our lives display'd.





The Angels' song.
HARK! the herald angels sing,

Glory to the newborn King;
“ Peace on earth, and mercy mild;

God and sinners reconcild.”
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
Join the triumph of the skies;
With the angelic host proclaim,
“ Christ is born in Bethlehem.”
Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born, that man no more may die;
Born, to raise the sons of earth,
Born, to give them second birth.
Come, Desire of nations, come,
Fix in us thy humble home:
Rise, the Woman's conquering seed,
Bruise in us the serpent's head.
Adam's likeness now efface,
Stamp thine image in its place;
Second Adam from above,
Re-instate us in thy love.




Praise for the Incarnation.
1 MORTALS, awake, with angels join,

And chant the solemn lay;
Joy, love, and gratitude, combine

To hail the auspicious day.


2 In heaven the rapturous song began,

While pure seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,

strung and tun'd the lyre. 3 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,

And glory leads the song: Good-will and peace are heard throughout

The harmonious heavenly throng. 4 With joy the chorus we'll repeat,

Glory to God on high;
“Good-will and peace are now complete,

“ Jesus was born to die."
5 Hail, Prince of life, for ever hail!

Redeemer, Brother, Friend!
Though earth, and time, and life should fail,

Thy praise shall never end.

HYMN 10.

The birth of Christ a ground of joy. 1 LIFT up your heads in joyful hope,

Salute the happy morn;

Each heavenly power

Proclaims the glad hour,

Lo! Jesus the Saviour is born. 2 All glory be to God on high,

To him all praise is due;

The promise is seald,

The Saviour's reveald,

that the record is true. 3 Let joy around like rivers flow,

Flow on, and still increase:

Spread o'er the glad earth,

At Jesus's birth,
For heaven and earth are at peace.

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