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ADVENT SUNDAY.

No. I.

R. H.

HOSANNA to the living Lord !
Hosanna to the incarnate Word !
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing!

Hosanna! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest !

Hosanna, Lord ! Thine angels cry;
Hosanna, Lord ! Thy saints reply;
Above, beneath us, and around,
The dead and living swell the sound;

Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest !

Oh, Saviour! with protecting care,
Return to this Thy house of prayer!
Assembled in Thy sacred name,
Where we Thy parting promise claim !

Hosanna! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest !

But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal ! bid Thy Spirit rest,
And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy Thee !

Hosanna! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest !
So, in the last and dreadful day,
When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeem'd from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again,

Hosanna! Lord ! Hosanna in the highest !

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ADVENT SUNDAY.

No. II.

BISHOP TAYLOR,

LORD! come away!
Why dost thou stay?
Thy road is ready, and Thy paths made straight
With longing expectation wait
The consecration of Thy beauteous feet.
Ride on triumphantly! Behold, we lay
Our lusts and proud wills in Thy way;
Hosanna! and Thy glorious footsteps greet!

Welcome, oh welcome ! to our hearts ! Lord, here
Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear
As that in Sion, and as full of sin.
How long shall thieves and robbers dwell therein ?
Enter and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor!
Destroy their strength, that they may never more
Profane that holy place,
Which Thou hast chosen there to set Thy face ;
And then, if our stiff tongues shall be
Mute in the praises of Thy Deity,
The stones from out the temple wall
Shall

cry aloud, and call
Hosanna! and Thy glorious footsteps greet!

SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.

No. I.

R. H.

The Lord will come ! the earth shall quake,
The hills their fixed seat forsake;
And, withering, from the vault of night
The stars withdraw their feeble light.

The Lord will come ! but not the same
As once in lowly form He came,
A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
The bruis’d, the suffering, and the dead.

The Lord will come ! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human-kind !

Can this be He who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway;
By Power oppress'd and mock'd by Pride!
O God! is this the crucified ?

Go, tyrants ! to the rocks complain!
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in våin !
But Faith, victorious o'er the tom
Shall sing for joy—the Lord is come!

SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.

No. II.

H, H. M.

The chariot ! the chariot ! its wheels roll on fire
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire :
Self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,
And the Heavens with the burthen of Godhead are bow'd.

The glory! the glory! by myriads are pour'd
The hosts of the Angels to wait on their Lord,
And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,
And all who the palm-wreath of victory wear.

The trumpet ! the trumpet ! the dead have all heard :
Lo the depths of the stone-cover'd charnel are stirr’d:
From the sea, from the land, from the south and the north,
The vast generations of man are come forth.

The judgement! the judgement! the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white-vested Elders are met !
All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on His word!

Oh mercy ! oh mercy! look down from above,
Creator ! on us Thy sad children, with love!
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven,
May our sanctified souls find a massion in heaven!

SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.

No. III.

R. H.

In the sun and moon and stars

Signs and wonders there shall be ; Earth shall quake with inward wars,

Nations with perplexity.

Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,

Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise ; Darker storms the mountain sweep,

Redder lightening rend the skies.

Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,

Racking doubt and restless fear; And, amid the thunder-cloud,

Shall the Judge of men appear.

But though from that aweful face

Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly, Fear not ye, His chosen race,

Your redemption draweth nigh !

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