2 Come! for creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.
3 Come, and make all things new;
Build up this ruined earth,
Restore our faded Paradise,
Creation's second birth!
4 Come, and begin Thy reign
Of everlasting peace,
Come, take the kingdom to Thyself,
Great King of Righteousness!
Missionary Hymn. 7s, 6s. D.
Who did once up - on the cross Suffer to re-deem our loss. A-MEN.
2 Hymns of Praise, then, let us sing Unto Christ, our heavenly King, Who endured the cross and grave, Sinners to redeem and save.
3 But the pains which He endured Our salvation has procured;
Now above the sky He's King,
Where the angels ever sing.
4 Now be God the Father praised,
With the Son from death upraised,
And the Spirit ever blest:
One true God by all confessed.
Tr. from the Latin of the 15th century.
1. Lo, Hecomes, with clouds descend-ing, Once for fa-vored sinners slain;
Thou-sand thou-sand saints at-tend-ing, Swell the tri-umph of His train: D.S.-Hal-le- lu - jah! halle - lu - jah! God appears on earth to reign.
Hal-le-lu jah! hal-le- lu-jah! God ap- pears on earth to reign; A-MEN
2 Every eye shall now behold Him,
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced, and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 Yea, Amen; let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne:
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom for Thine own.
O come quickly,
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come.
have Taken.
Jesus, I my Cross
1 Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee:
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be:
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've so't, and hoped, and known:
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own!
2 Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour, too:
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not, like man, untrue;
And, while Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love and might,
Foes may hate, and friends may shun me;
Show Thy face, and all is bright.
3 Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to Thy breast:
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
O 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me.
O 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
4 Know, my soul, Thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care:
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
What a Father's smile is thine,
What a Saviour died to win thee,
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
1. My country!'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died!
Land of the pilgrims' pride! From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring! A-MEN.
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