The book of sacred song . 248 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. EVEN SO COME, LORD JESUS. ]ESUS, Thy Church with longing eyesFor Thy expected coming waits;When will the promised light arise,And glory beam from Zions gates? Evn now, when tempests round us fall,And wintry clouds overcast the sky, Thy words with pleasure we recall, And deem that our redemptions nigh. Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew,Our foes repel, our wrongs redress, Mans rooted enmity subdue, And crown Thy Gospel with success. O come, and reign oer every land; Let Satan from his throne be hurPd ;All nations bow to Thy command, And
The book of sacred song . 248 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. EVEN SO COME, LORD JESUS. ]ESUS, Thy Church with longing eyesFor Thy expected coming waits;When will the promised light arise,And glory beam from Zions gates? Evn now, when tempests round us fall,And wintry clouds overcast the sky, Thy words with pleasure we recall, And deem that our redemptions nigh. Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew,Our foes repel, our wrongs redress, Mans rooted enmity subdue, And crown Thy Gospel with success. O come, and reign oer every land; Let Satan from his throne be hurPd ;All nations bow to Thy command, And grace revive a dying world! Yes, Thou wilt speedily appear ! The smitten earth already reels;And not far off we seem to hear The thunder of Thv MODERN : LIVING WRITERS. 249 Teach us in watchfulness and prayerTo wait for the appointed hour; And fit us by Thy grace to share The triumphs of Thy conquering power. Bat hurst. HE HATH BEEN DEAD FOUR DAYS ! i]HEN Lazarus left his charnel-cave,And home to Marys house returned,Was this demanded,—if he yearnMTo hear her weeping by his grave ? Where wert thou, brother, those four days ? There lives no record of reply, Which telling what it is to die,Had surely added praise to praise. From every house the neighbours met,The streets were fillM with joyful sound;A solemn gladness even crownd The purple brows of Olivet. Behold a man raised up by Christ! The rest remaineth unreveaPd; He told it not; or something seaPd The lips of that Evangelist. Tennyson. 250 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG.
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