Hymns of Faith and Hope

Hymns of Faith and Hope

by Horatius Bonar
     
 

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Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made available for future generations to enjoy.

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ISBN-13:
9781290731027
Publisher:
HardPress Publishing
Publication date:
08/01/2012
Pages:
280
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.59(d)

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ADVENT. The Church has waited long Her absent Lord to see; And still in loneliness she waits, A friendless stranger she. Age after age has gone, Sun after sun has set, And still in weeds of widowhood She weeps a mourner yet. Come, then, Lord Jesus, come ! Saint after saint on earth Has lived, and loved, and died; And as they left us one by one, We laid them side by side; We laid them down to sleep, But not in hope forlorn ; We laid them but to ripen there, Till the last glorious morn. Came, then, Lord Jesus, come I 40 ADVENT. The serpent's brood increase, The powers of hell grow bold, The conflict thickens, faith is low, And love is waxing cold. How long, O Lord our God, Holy and true, and good, "Wilt Thou not judge Thy suffering Chuich, Her sighs and tears and blood ? Come, then, Lord Jesus, come ! We long to hear Thy voice, To see Thee face to face, To share Thy crown and glory then, As now we share Thy grace. Should not the loving bride The absent bridegroom mourn ? Should she not wear the weeds of grief Until her Lord return 3 Come, then, Lord Jesus, como The whole creation groans, And waits to hear that voice, That shall restore her comeliness, And make her wastes rejoice. DAWN. 41 Come, Lord, and wipe away The curse, the sin, the stain, Aud make this blighted world of ours Thine own fair world again. Come, then, Lord Jesus, como! DAWN. Light of the better morning, Shine down on me ! Sun of the brighter heaven, Bid darkness flee! Thy warmth impart To this dull heart: Pour in thy light, And let this night Be turned to day By thy mild ray! Loi d Jesus, come ; Thou day-star shine; Enlighten now This soul of mine I 42 DAWN. Streaks of the bett...

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