OLIPHANT. 8s, 7s & 45. Solo. Tutti. Solo. men. 800 I O'ER the distant mountains breaking, Comes the reddening dawn of day; Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray: 'Tis thy Saviour, On His bright, returning way. 2 O Thou long-expected, weary Waits my anxious soul for Thee; When wilt Thou return to me! 3 Long, too long, in sin and sadness, Far away from Thee I pine; When, oh, when shall I the gladness Of Thy Spirit feel in mine! O my Saviour, When shall I be wholly Thine! 4 Nearer is my soul's salvation, In Thy bright and promised land! 5 With my lamp well-trimmed and burning, Swift to hear, and slow to roam, Come, my Saviour! GREAT Jehovah, we adore Thee, God the Father, God the Son, God the Spirit, joined in glory On the same eternal throne; Endless praises To Jehovah, Three in One! I WHEN Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt 1 Lo, on a narrow neck of land, come To take Thy ransomed people home, Be found at Thy right hand? Though vilest of them all; But can I bear the piercing thought- When Thou for them shall call ! 3 O Lord, prevent it by Thy grace; Be Thou my only Hiding-place, In this the accepted day: Nor let me fall, I pray! 4 Among Thy saints let me be found, Whene'er the Archangel's trump shall To see Thy smiling face; [sound, Then loudest of the throng I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With shouts of sovereign grace. 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Yet how insensible! A point of time, a moment's space, Or shuts me up in hell. 2 O God, my inmost soul convert, Give me to feel their solemn weight, 3 Before me place, in bright array, 4 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale, to live And reign with Thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full, supreme delight, And everlasting love. OLD HUNDRED AND TWELFTH. L. M. 5 lines. d 808 I THE Lord will come! the earth shall quake; The hills their fixéd seat forsake; And, withering, from the vault of night The stars withdraw their feeble light. 2 The Lord will come! but not the same As once in lowly form He came, A silent Lamb to slaughter led, The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 3 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! 4 Can this be He, who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway, By power oppressed, and mocked by pride, The Nazarene, the Crucified? 5 While sinners in despair shall call, "Rocks, hide us! mountains, on us fall!" The saints, ascending from the tomb, Shall sing for joy, "The Lord is come!" 809 I THAT day of wrath! that dreadful day When heaven and earth shall pass away! What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? 2 When, shriveling like a parchéd scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead! 3 Oh, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away! 810 I THE last loud trumpet's wondrous sound Does through the rending tombs rebound; The Judge ascends His awful throne, He makes each secret sin be known, And all with shame confess their own. 2 Thou great Creator of mankind, Amazing fears o'erwhelm my mind; My sins my heart with anguish rend; My God, my Saviour, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in the end! 3 Thou who for me didst feel such pain, Whose precious blood the cross did stain, Let not those agonies be vain; 4 From that insatiable abyss, Where flames devour, where Satan is, |