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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;
Life is dark, and earth is dreary,
Where Thy light I do not see:
O my Saviour,

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,
Spent the night, the day at hand;
Keep me in my lowly station,
Watching for Thee, till I stand,
O my Saviour,

In Thy bright and promised land! 5 With my lamp well-trimmed and burning,

Swift to hear, and slow to roam,
Watching for Thy glad returning,
To restore me to my home,

Come, my Saviour!
O my Saviour, quickly come!
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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!

come

To take Thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,

Be found at Thy right hand?
2 I love to meet Thy people now,
Before Thy feet with them to bow,

Though vilest of them all;

But can I bear the piercing thought-
What if my name should be left out,

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:
Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;

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,
Removes me to yon heavenly place,

Or shuts me up in hell.

2 O God, my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress;

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me ere it be too late;
Wake me to righteousness.

3 Before me place, in bright array,
The of that tremendous day,
pomp
When Thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at Thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?

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.

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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;
Cancel my debt, too great to pay,
Before the last accounting day.

4 From that insatiable abyss,

Where flames devour, where Satan is,
Oh save and bring me to Thy bliss ;
Give to my ransomed soul a place
Among thy chosen right-hand race.