DEMAREST. 8s, 7s & 45. 1st time. zd time. Hallelujah! 2 Jesus comes again in mercy, When our hearts are bowed with care; Jesus comes again in answer To our earnest, heartfelt prayer; Hallelujah! Comes to save us from despair. 3 Jesus comes to souls rejoicing, Bringing news of sin forgiven; Jesus comes in sounds of gladness, Lifting up our souls to heaven; Hallelujah! Now the gate of death is riven. 4 Jesus comes in joy and sorrow, Shares alike our hopes and fears; Jesus comes whate'er befalls us, Glads our hearts and dries our tears, Hallelujah! Cheering e'en our failing years. 5 Jesus comes on clouds, triumphant, When the heavens shall pass away; Jesus comes again in glory; Let us then our homage pay: Sing we "till the break of day." ST. ANGELO. 75. 10 lines. d 162 I BOUND upon the accursed tree, 2 Bound upon the accursed tree, Lord! our suppliant knees we bow; 3 Bound upon the accursed tree, 3 Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, 4 5 Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved, to sin no more. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. 6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, Unworthy though I be, For me a blood-bought free reward, 7 'Tis strung, and tuned for endless years, And formed by power divine, To sound in God the Father's ears 165 I My dying Saviour and my God, And cleanse, and keep me clean. 2 Wash me, and make me thus Thine own; Wash me, and mine Thou art! Wash me, but not my feet alone; My hands, my head, my heart! HAZEN. 8s & 75. 6 lines. Amen. 166 I RESTING from His work to-day, 2 Late at even there was seen 3 So with Thee, till life shall end, 4 Myrrh and spices will I bring, 167 I ALL is over! pain and sorrow, Human taunts and fiendish spite; Death shall be despoiled to-morrow Of the prey he grasps to-night; Yet, to seal the Victim's doom, Christ must sleep within the tomb. 2 Fierce and deadly was the anguish, Which on yonder cross He bore; How did soul and body languish, 3 Till the toil of death was o'er! But that toil, so fierce and dread, Bruised and crushed the serpent's head. Close and still the cave that holds Him, While in brief repose He lies; Deep the slumber that enfolds Him, Veiled awhile from mortal eyes; 4 Now to-night, with plaintive voicing, 1 OUR sins, our sorrows, Lord, were laid on Thee; 2 Now hast Thou laid Thee down in perfect peace 3 Yet in Thy glory, on the throne above, With Thine own presence, Jesus, King of kings! 4 E'en now our place is with Thee on the throne, Yet in the tomb with Thee, we watch for day; 5 Oh, by Thy life within us, set us free! |