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HYMNS.

ADVENT SUNDAY.

MATT, XXI.

HOSANNA to the living Lord;
Hosanna to the incarnate Word;
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing;

Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest.

Hosanna, Lord, thine angels cry;
Hosanna, Lord, thy saints reply ;
Above, beneath us, and around,
The dead and living swell the sound;

Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest.

0, Saviour, with protecting care,
Return to this thy house of prayer,
Assembled in thy sacred name,
Where we thy parting promise claim.
Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest.

But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal, bid thy spirit rest,
And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy thee.

Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest.

So in the last and dreadful day,
When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again,

Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest.

SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.

JOHN 1. The Lord will come, the earth shall quake, The hills their fixed seat forsake ; And, withering, from the vault of night The stars withdraw their feeble light.

The Lord will come, but not the same
As once in lowly form he came,
A silent lamb to slaughter led,
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.

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.

Can this be He who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway ;
By power oppressed and mocked by pride?
O God, is this the crucified ?

Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain,
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain;
But faith, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy—the Lord is come.

SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT.

LUKE XXI.
In the sun and moon and stars

Signs and wonders there shall be ;
Earth shall quake with inward wars,

Nations with perplexity.

Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,

Tossed with stronger tempests, rise; Darker storms the mountain sweep,

Redder lightning rend the skies.

Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,

Racking doubt and restless fear; And anid the thunder cloud

Shall the Judge of men appear.

But though from that awful face

Heaven shall fade and earth shall ily, Fear not ye, his chosen race,

Your redemption draweth nigh.

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THIRD SUNDAY IN ADVENT.

MATT, XI. 0, Saviour, is thy promise fled ?

No longer might thy grace endure, To heal the sick and raise the dead,

And preach thy gospel to the poor? Come, Jesus, come, return again;

With brighter beam thy servants bless, Who long to feel thy perfect reign,

And share thy kingdom's happiness. A feeble race, by passion driven,

In darkness and in doubt we roam, And lift our anxious eyes to heaven,

Our hope, our harbor, and our home. Yet, ’mid the wild and wintry gale,

When death rides darkly o’er the sea, And strength and earthly daring fail,

Our prayers, Redeemer, rest on thee. Come, Jesus, come, and, as of yore

The prophet went to clear thy way, A harbinger thy feet before,

A dawning to thy brighter day: So now may grace with heavenly shower

Our stony hearts for truth prepare; Sow in our souls the seed of power,

Then come and reap thy harvest there,

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