Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. 4 Come, Desire of Nations, come, Fix in us thy humble home; Rise, the woman's conquering seed, Bruise in us the serpent's head: Adam's likeness now efface, Stamp thine image in its place; Second Adam from above, Re-instate us in thy love.
1 COME, thou long-expected Jesus!
Born to set thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in thee?
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art;
Dear Desire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of every longing heart!
2 Born thy people to deliver,
Born a Child, and yet King;
Born to reign in us for ever,
Now thy gracious kingdom bring!
By thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
1 LIFT up your heads in joyful hope, Salute the happy morn;
Each heavenly power
Proclaims the glad hour,
Lo! Jesus the Saviour is born
2 All glory be to God on high, To him all praise is due:
The promise is seal'd,
The Saviour's reveal'd,
And proves that the record is true,
$ Let joy around like rivers flow,
Flow on, and still increase;
Spread o'er the glad earth,
At Jesus's birth,
For heaven and earth are at peace.
4 Now the good-will of heaven is shewn
Towards Adam's helpless race;
Messiah is come
To ransom his own,
To save them by infinite grace.
5 Then let us join the heavens above,
Where hymuing seraphs sing,
Join all the glad powers,
For their Lord is ours,
Our Prophet, our Priest, and our King.
326. Sickness, or Divine Correction. 1 HOW happy the sorrowful man, Whose sorrow is sent from above!
Indulg'd with a visit of pain,
Chastis'd by omnipotent love:
The Author of all his distress,
He comes by affliction to know;
And God he in heaven shall bless
That ever he suffer'd below...
2 Thus, thus may I happily grieve,
And hear the intent of his rod,
The marks of adoption receive,
The strokes of a merciful God;
With nearer access to his throne,
My
burden of folly confess,
The cause of my miseries own,
And cry for an answer of peace.
3 O Father of mercies, on me,
On me in affliction bestow
A power of applying to thee,
A sanctify'd use of my woe:
I would in a spirit of prayer
To all thy appointments submit;
The pledge of my happiness bear,
And joyfully die at thy feet.
4 Then, Father, and never till then,
I all the felicity prove,
Of living a moment in pain,
Of dying in Jesus's love:
A sufferer here with my Lord,
With Jesus above I sit down,
Receive an eternal reward,
And glory obtain in a crown.
327. The Grave sanctified by Christ. 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.
2 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.
3 The graves of all the saints he blest,
And soften'd every bed:
Where should the dying members rest
But with the dying Head?
4 Thence he arose and burst the chain,
To shew our feet the way,
From shades where death and darkness reign,
To realms of endless day.
5 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid his kindred rise;
Awake, ye nations under ground,
Ye saints, ascend the skies.
328. On the Death of a young Person. 1 WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay
Which pity must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
0 may this truth, imprest ›
With awful power-I too must die-→→
Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour,
To-inorrow death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene
May every heart obey,
Nor be the heavenly warning vain
Which calls to watch and pray.
5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.
6 Great God, thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprising hour.
329. Hope in Death.
1 AND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die:
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants
In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:
I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my deliverer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
8 O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of Paradise:
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.
4 O what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to appear,
And worship at thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, E
Take life and friends away!
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day!
330. Life and Eternity.
1 THEE we adore, eternal Name,
And humbly own to thee
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be!
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase,
And every beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number Jess.
3 The year rolls round,' and steals away
The breath that first it gave; *
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're travelling to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb;
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