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ADVENT OF CHRIST,
3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing:
‘ Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King.
4 ‘ The God of glory down to men
Removes his blest abode ;
His saints the objects of his grace,
And he their faithful God.
5 His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears
And death itself shall die.’
6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay ?
Fly swiftly round, ye wheels of time
And bring the welcome day.
28 S. M.
Praise to the Redeemer.
1 D AISB your triumphant songs
1\ To an immortal tune ;
Ret the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.
2 Sing how eternal love
Its chief beloved chose,
And bid him raise our wretched race
From their abyss of woes.
3 ’Twas mercy filled the throne,
And wrath stood silent by ;
When Christ was sent with pardons down
To rebels doomed to die.
4 Now, sinners, dry your tears,
Ret hopeless sorrows cease;
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