Hark, 'tis the watchman's cry! Wake, brethren, wake! Jesus Himself is nigh; Wake, brethren, wake! Sleep is Ob 336 sons of night; Ye are children of the light; Yours is the glo- ry bright; Wake, brethren, wake! HARK! 'tis the watchman's cry, Wake, brethren, wake! 2 Call to each wakening band, GENUNG P. M. IN us the hope of glory, O risen Lord, art Thou; The first-fruits of the Spirit Are in us now. 2 O come in all Thy glory, Our great Immanuel! Come forth, our Prince and Saviour, With us to dwell. LIGHT of the lonely pilgrim's heart, 2 Come, blessed Lord! let every shore And own Thee as their King. 3 Bid the whole earth, responsive now 340 His royal harbinger. 2 Mercy and truth that long were missed, Sweet peace and righteousness have kissed, 3 Truth from the earth, like to a flower, 4 Thine was the cross, with all its fruits And Justice, from her heavenly bower. Of grace and peace divine: Look down on mortal men. John Milton 1648 ADVENT P. M. W. H. MONK Thou art coming, O my Saviour! Thou art coming, O my King! In Thy beauty all resplendent, In Thy glo- ry all-transcendent; Well may we re joice and sing! Coming! In the opening east, Her-ald brightness slowly swells! Coming! O my glorious Priest, Hear we not Thy golden bells? 341 THOU art coming, O my Saviour! Thou art coming, O my King! Well may we rejoice and sing! Hear we not Thy golden bells? 2 Thou art coming! Thou art coming! We shall meet Thee on Thy way, We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee, We shall bless Thee, we shall show Thee All our hearts could never say! GEER C. M. What an anthem that will be, Ringing out our love to Thee, Pouring out our rapture sweet At Thine own all-glorious feet! 30 the joy to see Thee reigning, Thee, my own beloved Lord! Every tongue Thy name confessing, Worship, honor, glory, blessing, Brought to Thee with glad accord! Thee, my Master and my Friend, Vindicated and enthroned; Unto earth's remotest end Glorified, adored, and owned! Frances Ridley Havergal 1873 H. W. GREATOREX 3 4 23 94 AWAKE, awake, O Zion, Put on thy strength divine, Thy garments bright in beauty, The bridal dress be thine: Jerusalem the holy, To purity restored; 2 Jerusalem victorious In triumph o'er her foes; Mount Zion, great and glorious, Thy gates no more shall close. Earth's millions shall assemble Around Thine open door, While hell and Satan tremble And earth and heaven adore. PEARSALL 7s, 6s. D. 3 The Lamb who bore our sorrows To rule in every zone; But keep thou watch and ward; Benjamin Gough 1865 EXULTATION 7s, 6s, D. C. E. KETTLE 4 Re-joice, all ye believers; And let your lights ap-pear; The eve-ning is ad 4 vancing. And dark - er night is near: The Bridegroom is a soon He draweth nigh: Up! pray, and watch, and wres - tle! At midnight comes the cry. 343 REJOICE, all ye believers, And let your lights appear; And soon He draweth nigh: 2 The watchers on the mountain The Bridegroom is at hand. 3 Our hope and expectation, O Jesus, now appear; Laurentius Laurenti 1690 344 THE world is very evil; The times are waxing late: Be sober and keep vigil; The Judge is at the gate; The Judge who comes in mercy, The Judge who comes in might, To terminate the evil, And vindicate the right. 2 Prepare we then to meet Him; Let right to wrong succeed; Let penitential sorrow To heavenly gladness lead: So may we sound His praises, Who from destruction saved, Bore with us in defilement, And from defilement laved. 3 Far, far as we have wandered, Bernard of Morlaix ab. 1150 |