When will their journeyings all be o'er? When will they meet to part When shall their toils and tri - als cease? When shall they rest and be no more? at peace? 1 When shall the saints forever rest With all the ransomed and the blest? When will their journeyings all be o'er? When will they meet to part no more? When shall their toils and trials cease? When shall they rest and be at peace? |: When Jesus comes :|| 2 When shall the pilgrim's longing sight Be gladdened by the glorious light, That shall be shed in golden flood Upon the paradise of God, Where sin and sorrow ne'er can come, But where the blest shall find a home? |: When Jesus comes. :|| 3 When shall this war and strife be done? When shall the hard-fought fight be won? When shall the ransom'd victors be Enrob'd in immortality? When shall the bonds of death be riven? When shall the crown of life be given? |: When Jesus comes. :|| 4 Then, while as pilgrims here we roam, We'll cry, Lord Jesus, quickly comeCome, end our faith, our hopes, our fears, Our griefs and sorrows, sighs and tears, Restore the kingdom, wear the crown, O rend the heavens! appear, come down! |: Lord Jesus, come! :|| 49 KEDRON. IIS. Arranged. 4 1. The Bridegroom is coming, O hark, hear the cry! He's coming in 1 The Bridegroom is coming, O hark, hear the cry! He's coming in glory-his kingdom is nigh; Be watchful, be prayerful, forgiving and kind, The enemy watches each unguarded mind. And myriads of angels await his com- 4 O hail the glad morning when Jesus mand. To gather the faithful from every land. 2 The storm-cloud of vengeance is gathering fast, The harvest is ripening and soon will be past; The last final struggle of earth has begun, Soon all will be ended, and strife will be 5 done. 3 Then gird on thine armor, O Christian, with care; The time of great peril prevails everywhere ; shall reign! No more of our loved ones by death will be slain ; He'll wake all his people who sleep in the tomb, And make them immortal, forever to bloom. The earth robed in beauty will soon be our home The pure golden city with high tow'ring dome; The songs of the ransom'd will roll o'er the plain, In glory unending with Jesus we'll reign! 50 THE FAITHFUL SENTINEL. IIS & 12S. Arranged. 1. The King in his beauty, by an - gels at-tend-ed, Soon tread-ing the pathway of heav en shall say, "The conflict is o - ver, the 1 The King in his beauty, by angels attended, |: Arise, my beloved, from earth come away." :|| 2 The graves are seen bursting, the dark caverns open, 3 The toil-worn and weary, who long have been waiting 51 ADVENT. C. M. J. B. CALKINS. 1. Jesus, our hope, our life, our heaven, The lingering times have flown; To thee the king-dom now is given; Re-turn and claim thine own. 1 Jesus, our hope, our life, our heaven, 2 And, as we wait, along the skies To haste thy chariot wheels. 3 Although they seem to linger, still Is marshalled, and awaits the will 4 Then we will wait, nor deem too long The closing hours of grace, 52 But trim our lamps with cheerful song, Till we shall see thy face. 1 'Tis he; the mighty Saviour comes, And lo, the throne of David waits 2 Thou blessed Heir of all the earth, 3 Shine forth in all thy glory, Lord, That man at length may see That joy, so long estranged from earth, 1 Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake! The hope of glory, Christ, is thine, 2 Thy spirit, through the lonely night, Hath sighed for One that's far away,- 3 But see! the night is waning fast, 4 He comes-for, O, his yearning heart No more can bear delay— To scenes of full unmingled joy 5 Then weep no more; 't is all thine own, His crown, his joy divine; And, sweeter far than all beside, He, he himself is thine! SIR EDWARD DENNY. |