An Advent Hymn. "Blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord."-Matt. xxi, 9. HEN first our Lord came down on earth, Where Syrian waves are bright and clear, But when the Lord shall come again, All earth and heaven shall hail Him then, And some in joy and some in dread, Must stand before His judgment-seat. His voice on earth we did not hear, We too shall meet Him face to face. For surely as the leaves and flowers The dark clouds bring the pleasant rain, Shall He who in His lowly love Came down that we might be forgiven, Break, glorious, through the clouds above, And take His children home to heaven. C. F. H. When heart and flesh fail. OWLY and solemn be Thy children's cry to Thee, Father divine! A hymn of suppliant breath, O Father, in that hour, When earth all succouring power Shall disavow; When spear, and shield, and crown, Sustain us, Thou. By Him who bowed to take The thorn, the rod; From whom the last dismay Tremblers beside the grave, We call on Thee to save, Father divine: Hear, hear our suppliant breath, Keep us in life and death, Thine, only Thine. Hemans. For Christ's sake. "I bow my knees unto the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ of whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named."-Eph. iii, 15. HE quiet Sabbath sunshine played, On those in lowly church who prayed, There some in joy, in sorrow some, Yet named they all one sacred name, "For Christ our Saviour's sake,"—the same To each far different prayer. L While every joy, and grief, and need, Blending in Him whose name we plead, Until the soft "My God," which came Rose but as one "Our Father," So ever, as we nearer rise -name Towards Him we all adore, That like the union none may know, Of Father and of Son, We all, who trust in Him below, In Him may all be one. L. R. Light shining out of darkness. "Clouds and darkness are around about Him, righteousness and judgment are the habitation of His throne."-Ps. xcvii, 2. OD moves in a mysterious way, He plants His footsteps in the sea, Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up His bright designs, Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, Blind unbelief is sure to err, Cowper. |