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3 Arabia's desert-ranger
To Him shall bow the knee;
His glory come to see ;
Ships from the isles shall meet,
In tribute at His feet.
And gold and incense bring :
His praise all people sing.
Or dove's light wing can soar.
And daily vows ascend,
A kingdom without end.
A seed in weakness sown,
And shake like Lebanon.
He on His throne shall rest,
All-blessing and all-blest.
2 When once Thou visitest the heart,
Then truth begins to shine,
Then kindles love divine. 3 O Jesus, light of all below,
Thou Fount of life and fire,
All that we can desire :-
And ever Thee adore ;
To seek Thee more and more.
Thee, may we love alone ;
The image of Thine own.
2-6s & 4-78. C. WESLEY. 1789.
High Thine everlasting throne;
Blessed, Immortal, Thou alone.
The King Messiah reigns !
Joyful all, your voices raise ;
Sons of men and angels praise.
Dominions, thrones, and powers !
Veil your eyes, and prostrate fall;
Hail the Cause, the Lord of all!
4 Let earth's remotest bound
With echoing joys resound;
Praise doth all to Christ belong :
Earth, repeat the glorious song.
That every knee should bow,
Universal nature join,
Gracious, merciful, benign.
And might, and majesty ;
Glory, honour, praise receive,
More than all we pant to give.
Thine everlasting reign;
Partner of an equal throne,
HEBER. 1827. MHE Lord will come! the earth shall quake ,
I The hills their fixed seat forsake;
The stars withdraw their feeble light.
As once in lowly form He came;
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come ! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
4 Can this be He, once wont to stray
A Pilgrim on the world's highway,
The Nazarene,—the Crucified ?
“ Rocks, hide us ; mountains, on us fall !". The saints, ascending from the tomb, , Shall joyful sing, “The Lord is come !"
87,87,887. HEBER. 1827. MHE Lord of Might from Sinai's brow
I Gave forth His voice of thunder;
Outstretched in fear and wonder ; )
The rocks were rent asunder.
A meek and suffering stranger,
In nature's hour of danger;
And met His Father's anger.
The King of all created,
On clouds of glory seated ;
4-78. C. WESLEY. 1750.
Come, and take us to Thy side.
Make us meet for our reward ;
Then with all Thy saints descend;
Then our earthly trials end.
Shorten these vindictive days ;
Hear us now, and save Thine own.
Claim a ransomed world for Thine.
Speak the mystery fulfilled.
Reign, when sin shall be no more ;
GOD—The Holy Ghost.
L.M. C. Wesley. 1742. TORD, we believe to us and ours 1 The apostolic promise given ; We wait the Pentecostal powers,
The Holy Ghost sent down from heaven. 2 Ah! leave us not to mourn below,
Or long for Thy return to pine ; Now, Lord, the Comforter bestow,
And fix in us the Guest Divine. 3 Assembled here with one accord,
Calmly we wait the promised grace, The purchase of our dying Lord,
Come, Holy Ghost, and fill the place !