ADVENT SUNDAY. No. I. R. H. HOSANNA to the living Lord! Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest ! Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry; Hosanna! Lord! Hosanna in the highest! Oh, Saviour! with protecting care, 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! B ADVENT SUNDAY. No. II. BISHOP TAYLOR. LORD! come away! Why dost thou stay? Thy road is ready, and Thy paths made straight The consecration of Thy beauteous feet. 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, And, withering, from the vault of night The Lord will come ! but not the same The Lord will come! a dreadful form, Can this be He who wont to stray Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain! SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. No. II. H. H. M. THE chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll on fire 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, The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard: The judgement! the judgement! the thrones are all set, And the doom of eternity hangs on His word! Oh mercy! oh mercy! look down from above, When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven, SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. No. III. R. H. IN the sun and moon and stars Soon shall ocean's hoary deep, Evil thoughts shall shake the proud, 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! |