1099 C. M. Looking for the coming of the day of God. 2 Peter 3:12.
Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear, Thou glorious star of day! Shine forth, and chase the dreary night, With all our tears, away.
2 Strangers on earth, we wait for thee; O leave the Father’s throne; Come with a shout of victory, Lord, And claim us as thine own.
3 O bid the bright archangel now The trump of God prepare, To call thy saints—the quick, the dead, To meet thee in the air.
4 No resting-place we seek on earth, No loveliness we see; Our eye is on the royal crown, Prepared for us and thee.
5 But, dearest Lord, however bright That crown of joy above, What is it to the brighter hope Of dwelling in thy love?
6 What to the joy, the deeper joy, Unmingled, pure and free, Of union with our living Head, Of fellowship with thee?
7 This joy e’en now on earth is ours; But only, Lord, above Our heart without a pang shall know The fullness of thy love.
8 There, near thy heart, upon the throne, Thy ransomed Bride shall see What grace was in the bleeding Lamb, Who died to make her free.
1100 S. M. D. Come, Lord Jesus. Rev. 22:20.
The Church has waited long Her absent Lord to see; And still in loneliness she waits, A friendless stranger she. Age after age has gone, Sun after sun has set, And still in weeds of widowhood She weeps a mourner yet. Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!
2 Saint after saint on earth Has lived, and loved, and died; And as they left us, one by one, We laid them side by side; We laid them down to sleep, But not in hope forlorn; We laid them but to ripen there, Till the last glorious morn. Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!
3 The whole creation groans, And waits to hear that voice That shall restore her comeliness, And make her wastes rejoice. Come, Lord, and wipe away The curse, the sin, the stain, And make this blighted world of ours Thine own fair world again. Come, then, Lord Jesus, come!
1101 P. M. When the King of kings comes.
When the King of kings comes, When the Lord of lords comes; We shall have a joyful day, When the King of kings comes: To see the nations broken down, And kingdoms once of great renown, And saints now suffering wear the crown, When the King of kings comes.
2 When the trump of God calls, When the last of foes falls; We shall have a joyful day, When the King of kings comes: To see the saints raised from the dead, And all together gatheréd, And made like to their glorious Head, When the King of kings comes.
3 When the foe’s distress comes, When the church’s rest comes; We shall have a joyful day, When the King of kings comes: To see the New Jerusalem, Its fullness and its matchless frame, Surpassing all report and fame, When the King of kings comes.
4 When the world’s course is run, When the judgment is begun; We shall have a joyful day, When the King of kings comes: To see the sons of God well known, All spotless to their Father shown, And Jesus all his brethren own, When the King of kings comes.
5 When our Lord in clouds comes, When he with great power comes; We shall have a joyful day, When the King of kings comes: To see all things by him restored, And God himself alone adored, By all the saints with one accord, When the King of kings comes.
1102 8s, 7s & 4s. O, come quickly.
Saviour, haste: our souls are waiting For the long expected day, When, new heavens and earth creating, Thou shalt banish grief away; All the sorrow Caused by sin and Satan’s sway.
2 Haste, O hasten thine appearing, Take thy mourning people home; ’Tis this hope our spirits cheering, While we in the desert roam, Makes thy people Strangers here till thou dost come.
3 Lord, how long shall the creation Groan and travail sore in pain, Waiting for its sure salvation When thou shalt in glory reign, And like Eden This sad earth shall bloom again?
4 Reign, O reign, almighty Saviour, Heaven and earth in one unite; Make it known, that in thy favor, There alone is life and light; When we see thee We shall have supreme delight.
1103 8s, 7s & 4s. The Lord cometh, etc. Jude 14.
Lo! he cometh—countless trumpets Wake to life the slumbering dead; ’Mid ten thousand saints and angels, See their great exalted Head: Hallelujah!— Welcome, welcome, Son of God!
2 Full of joyful expectation, Saints behold the Judge appear; Truth and justice go before him— Now the joyful sentence hear; Hallelujah!— Welcome, welcome, Judge divine!
3 “Come, ye blesséd of my Father! Enter into life and joy: Banish all your fears and sorrows; Endless praise be your employ;” Hallelujah!— Welcome, welcome, to the skies.
1104 8s, 7s & 4s. Behold he cometh with clouds. Rev. 1:7.