3 Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,
Racking doubt and restless fear;
And, amid the thunder-cloud,
Shall the Judge of man appear!

4 But, though from that awful face
Heav'n shall fade and earth shall fly,
Fear not ye, his chosen race,
Your redemption draweth nigh!

HYMN VI. L. M.

1 THE
HE Lord will come! the earth shall
quake,

The hills their ancient seat forsake,
And with'ring, 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 bruis'd, the suff'ring, 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 oppress'd, and mock'd by pride?
Can this be He-the crucified?

5 His impious foes in vain will fly;
In vain to rocks for shelter cry!
His saints, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy-The Lord is come!

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HYMN VII. P. M.

O, He comes, in clouds descending!
Once for ransom'd sinners slain ;-
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train :
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Christ is come to earth again.

2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold Him,
Rob'd in dreadful majesty ;
They who set at nought, and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing, deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 When the solemn trump has sounded,
Heav'n and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the summons of that day :
Come to judgment! come to judgment !
Come to judgment! come away!
4 Now Salvation, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear;
All his saints, by man rejected,
Rise and meet Him in the air!
Hallelujah Hallelujah!

See the day of God appear!

HYMN VIII. P. M.

GREAT God! what do I see and hear—

The end of things created!

The Judge of Mankind doth appear,
On clouds of glory seated!

The trumpet sounds-the graves restore
The dead, which they contain'd before!
Prepare, my soul! to meet Him.

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HA

Christmas.

HYMN IX. SEVENS.

ARK! the herald angels sing-Hal.
Glory to the new-born King! Hal.

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Peace on earth, and mercy mild,

God to man is reconcil'd !"

Hal.

Hal.

3

Veil'd in flesh the Godhead see,
Hail th' Incarnate Deity!

Hal.

Hal.

Pleas'd as man with men to dwell, Hal.
Jesus our Immanuel!

Hal.

4

Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace. Hal.

Hail the Sun of Righteousness!

Hal.

Hal.

Light and life to all He brings,

Ris'n with healing in his wings.

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HYMN X. C. M.

Hal.

SAVIOUR, whom this holy morn
Gave to our world below,

To mortal want and labour born,
And more than mortal woe!

2 Incarnate Word, by ev'ry grief,
By each temptation tried;
Who liv'd to yield our ills relief,
And to redeem us died!

3 If gaily cloth'd, and proudly fed,
In dang'rous wealth we dwell,
Remind us of Thy manger-bed,
And lowly cottage cell.

4 If press'd by poverty severe,
În envious want we pine,
O may thy Spirit whisper near,
How poor a lot was thine.

5 Through fickle Fortune's various scene, From sin preserve us free;

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Like us Thou hast a mourner been;
May we rejoice in Thee!

HIGH

HYMN XI. C. M.

IGH let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join th' angelic throng;

For angels no such love have known
To wake a cheerful song.

2 Good-will to sinful man is shewn,
And peace on earth is giv❜n:

For lo! th' Incarnate Saviour comes,
Immanuel from heav'n;

3 Truth, Mercy, Love, and Righteousness, His rising beams adorn :

Let heav'n and earth in concert join—
"To us a child is born!"

4 Glory to God in highest strains,
In highest worlds be paid;
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd!

5 O may we reach those blissful realms Where Christ exalted reigns,

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And learn of the celestial choir
Their own immortal strains!

HYMN XII. C. M.

HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour The Saviour promis'd long! [comes,

Let ev'ry heart exult with joy,

Let every voice be song.

2 He comes the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him break,
The iron fetters yield.

3 He comes, from thickest clouds of sin
To clear the mental ray,

And on the eye long clos'd in night
To pour celestial day.

4 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The wounded soul to cure,

And, with the treasures of His
To bless the humble poor.

grace,

5 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy birth aloud proclaim;

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And heav'n's exalted arch resounds
Thine everlasting Name.

HYMN XIII. L. M.

HE comes! He comes! a radiant light
Around its beaming lustre sheds:

The shepherds, watching in the night,
With awe and wonder bow their heads.