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ADVENT OF CHRIST.
On wings of love came down,
And wept, and bled, and died.
What he endured, O who can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell!
4 From the dark grave he rose,
The mansion of the dead,
And thence his mighty foes
In glorious triumph led.
Up through the sky the conqu’ror rode,
And reigns on high the Saviour God.
5 From thence he’ll quickly come,
His chariot will not stay,
And bear our spirits home
To realms of endless day :
There shall we see his lovely face,
And ever be in his embrace.
6 Jesus, we ne’er can pay
The debt we owe thy love,
Yet tell us how we may
Our gratitude approve ;
Our hearts, our all, to thee we give,
The gift, though small, thou wilt receive.
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The new Jerusalem,
ITO! what a glorious sight appears
L* To our believing eyes ;
The earth and seas are passed away,
And the old rolling skies.
2 From the third heaven, where God resides
That holy, happy place !
The new Jerusalem comes down,
Adorned with shining grace.
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