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LO! He comes, with clouds descending,
Once for favor'd sinners slain :
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumphs of his train :
Ev'ry eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty ;
They who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd, and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing, shall the true Messiah see.
Blest redemption, long expected!
See his solemn pomp to share,
All his saints by man rejected,
Rise to meet him in the air:
Hallelujah! see the Son of God appear.
Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne;
Saviour take thy power and glory,
Claim the kingdoms for thine own:
LONG have we heard the joyful sound
Of thy salvation, Lord;
Yet still how weak our faith is found
To profit by thy word.
How cold and feeble is our love;
How negligent our fear;
How low our hope of joys above;
How few affections there!
O God of love! thy grace impart,
To give thy word success;
With pow'r on ev'ry careless heart
Thy saving truth impress.
Direct and keep us in the way
That leads to joys on high;
Where knowledge grows without decay;
Where love shall never die.
LOOK down, O Lord, and on our youth
Bestow the gift of heav'nly grace;
And let the seed of sacred truth
Find in each heart a fruitful place.
Soon to appear before thy sight,
Their vow and promise to renew,
Prepare them for the solemn rite;
Bid each his heart and life review.
The cross that mark'd their infant brow,
May it a faithful emblem prove,
That they shall keep that sacred vow,
And walk as children of thy love.
Thy sons and daughters may they be,
Confirm'd and strengthen'd by thy grace;
And, safe through life preserv'd by thee,
In heav'n behold thee face to face.
LORD, cause thy face on us to shine;
Give us thy peace, and seal us thine;
Teach us to prize the means of grace,
And love thine earthly dwelling place.
One is our faith, and one our Lord:
One body, spirit, hope, reward:
May we in one communion be,
One with each other, one with thee!
Bless all, whose voice salvation brings;
Who minister in holy things;
Our bishops, priests, and deacons, bless;
Clothe them with zeal and righteousness;
Let many in the judgment day,
Turn'd from the error of their way,
Their hope, their joy, their crown, appear:—
Save those who preach, and those who hear.
MOSCOW. P. M. (8's & 7's.)
LORD! dismiss us with thy blessing;
So shall we depart in peace :
Bread of life in thee possessing,
Let our faith and love increase.
Fill each breast with consolation,
Raise to thee our spirits raise;
When we reach yon blissful station,
Then we'll give thee nobler praise.
LORD, how delightful 'tis to see
A whole assembly worship thee!
At once they sing, at once they pray,
They hear of heav'n, and learn the way.
I have been there, and still would go :
"Tis like a little heav'n below:
Not all that careless sinners say,
Shall tempt me to forget this day.
O write upon my mem'ry, Lord,
The texts and doctrines of thy word!
That I may break thy laws no more,
But love thee better than before.
With thoughts of Christ, and things divine,
Fill up this foolish heart of mine;
That finding pardon through his blood,
I may lie down, and wake with God.
LORD of the church, we humbly pray
For those who guide us in the way,
And speak thy holy word;
With love divine their hearts inspire,
And touch their lips with hallow'd fire,
And needful grace afford!
Help them to preach the truth of God,
Redemption through the Saviour's blood;
Nor let the Spirit cease
On all the Church his gifts to shower;
To them a messenger of power,
To us, of life and peace.
So may they live to thee alone;
Then hear the welcome word-" Well done!"
And take their crown above :
Enter into their Master's joy,
In praise, and bliss, and love.
LORD! plant a principle within
Of godly, jealous fear,
A sensibility of sin,
A pain to feel it near.
That I from thee no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve;
The filial awe, the feeling heart,
The deep compunction give.
When to the right or left I stray,
That moment, Lord! reprove;
And let me weep my life away,
Rather than vex thy love.
Oh! may the least omission pain
My well instructed soul,
And drive me to that grace again,
Which makes the wounded whole.
LORD, refresh us with thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace :
O refresh us,
Trav'lling through this wilderness.
Thanks we give, and adoration,
For the gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of thy salvation
In all our hearts and lives abound:
May thy presence
With us evermore be found.
So whene'er the signal's given,
Us from earth to call away,
Borne on angels' wings to heaven,
Glad the summons to obey,
May we ever
Reign with Christ in endless day.
LO, round the throne, a glorious band,
The saints, in countless myriads stand,
Of ev'ry tongue redeem'd to God,
Array'd in garments wash'd in blood.
Through trials and distress they came :
They bore the cross, despis'd the shame;
But now from all their labours rest,
In God's eternal glory blest.
They see the Saviour face to face;
They sing the triumphs of his grace;
And day and night with ceaseless praise,
To him their loud hosannas raise.
Oh, may we tread the sacred road,
That holy saints and martyrs trod;
Wage to the end the glorious strife,
And win, like them, a crown of life.