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1 Lord Jesus, come! for here Our path through wilds is laid; We watch, as for the dayspring near, Amid the breaking shade.
2 Lord Jesus, come! for hosts Meet on the battle-plain; Our holiest hopes seem vainest boasts, And tears are shed like rain.
3 Lord Jesus, come! the slave Still bears his heavy chains; Their daily bread the hungry crave, While teem the fruitful plains.
4 Hark! herald voices near Lead on thy happier day; Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear!
We wait to strew thy way.
5 Come, as in days of old, With words of grace and power; Gather us all within thy fold, And let us stray no more!
174. 6 & 4s. M. Marriott.
Let There Be Light.
1 Thou, whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight!
Hear us, we humbly pray, And where the gospel day Sheds not its glorious ray, Let there be light!
2 Thou, who didst come to bring, On Thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight!
Health to the sick in mind, Light to the inly blind, O, now to all mankind Let there be light!
3 Descend Thou from above, Spirit of truth and love, Speed on Thy flight!
Move o'er the waters' face, Spirit of hope and grace, And in earth's darkest place Let there be light!
4 Blessed and glorious three, Thrice holy trinity, Wisdom, love, might!
Boundless as ocean's tide, Rolling in fullest pride, Through the world, far and wide, Let there be light!
175. C. M. *Moore.
The Latter Day.
1 Who shall behold the glorious day, When, throned on Zion's brow, The Lord shall rend the veil away Which hides the nations now!
When earth no more beneath the fear Of His rebuke shall lie; When pain shall cease, and every tear Be wiped from every eye.
2 Then shall the world no longer mourn Beneath oppression's chain; The days of splendor shall return, And all be new again.
The fount of life shall then be quaffed In peace by all who come, And every wind that blows shall waft Some long-lost exile home.
176. L. M. Watts.
Christ's Kingdom.
1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from sh.o.r.e to sh.o.r.e, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice.
3 People, and realms, of every tongue, Dwell on his love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to loose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.
5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud amen!
177. 10s. M. Ashworth.
Triumph of the Gospel.
1 Pour, blessed gospel, glorious news for man!
Thy stream of life o'er springless deserts roll: Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span, And make one brotherhood from pole to pole.
2 On, piercing gospel, on! of every heart, In every lat.i.tude, thou own'st the key: From their dull slumbers savage souls shall start, With all their treasures first unlocked by thee!
3 Tread, kingly gospel, through the nations tread!
With all the n.o.blest virtues in thy train: Be all to thy blest freedom captive led; And Christ, the true emanc.i.p.ator, reign!
4 Spread, giant gospel, spread thy growing wings!
Gather thy scattered ones from every land: Call home the wanderers to the King of kings: Proclaim them all thine own;--'tis His command!
178. L. M. Anonymous.
Hymn of the Church Triumphant.
1 Triumphant Zion! lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead; Though humbled long, awake at length And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength!
2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thine excellence be known; Decked in the robes of righteousness, Thy glories shall the world confess.
3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall sin's insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast.
4 Thy G.o.d on high has heard thy prayer, His hand thy ruin shall repair; Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace.
