T. R. MATTHEWS.

CHENIES. 78, 68. D.

mid-night comes the cry.

494 Esaiah 52:1. AWAKE, awake, O Zion,

Put on thy strength divine, Thy garments bright in beauty,

The bridal dress be thine:
Jerusalem the holy,

To purity restored ;
Meek Bride all fair and lowly,

Go forth to meet thy Lord. 2 From henceforth pure and spotless,

All glorious within,
Prepared to meet the Bridegroom,

And cleansed from every sin;
With love and wonder smitten,

And bowed in guileless shame, Upon thy heart be written

The new mysterious name. 3 The Lamb who bore our sorrows,

Comes down to earth again; No sufferer now, but victor,

For evermore to reign:
To reign in every nation,

To rule in every zone,
Oh, world-wide coronation,

In every heart a throne.

495 "How long, O Lord?"
HOW LONG, O Lord our Saviour,

Wilt thou remain away?
Our hearts are growing weary

At thy so long delay;
Oh, when shall come the moment,

When, brighter far than morn,
The sunshine of thy glory

Shall on thy people dawn? 2 How long, O heavenly Bridegroom,

How long wilt thou delay! And yet how few are grieving

That thou dost absent stay! Oh, may our lamps be burning,

Our loins well girded be, Each longing heart preparing

With joy thy face to see!

James G. Deck

Is - ra • el.

496 Esaiah 21:11. WATCHMAN, tell us of the night,

What its signs of promise are. Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height,

See that glory-beaming star! Watchman, does its beauteous ray

Aught of joy or hope foretell ? Traveler, yes: it brings the day

Promised day of Israel. 2 Watchman, tell us of the night:

Higher yet that star ascends. Traveler, blessedness and light,

Peace and truth, its course portends. Watchman, will its beams alone

Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveler, ages are its own;

See! it bursts o'er all the earth!

3 Watchman, tell us of the night,

For the morning seems to dawn. Traveler, darkness takes its flight,

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman, let thy wanderings cease;

Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveler, lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God is come!

John Bowring. 497 The triumphant Pictor. Sons of Zion, raise your songs; Praise to Zion's King belongs; His, the Victor's crown and fame: Glory to the Saviour's name!

498 The tworld's Conversion. HASTEN, Lord! the glorious time

When, beneath Messiah's sway, Every nation, every clime,

Shall the gospel's call obey. Mightiest kings his power shall own,

Heathen tribes his name adore; Satan and his host, o'erthrown,

Bound in chains, shall hurt no more. 2 Then shall wars and tumults cease,

Then be banished grief and pain; Righteousness and joy and peace

Undisturbed shall ever reign. Bless we, then, our gracious Lord;

Ever praise his glorious name; All his mighty acts record;

All his wondrous love proclaim.

Harriet Auber.

Arr. by J. P. HOLBROOK.

PERRY. 78. D.

Her Star is risen, her Light is come! Ah, come, thou blesséd One, God's own belovéd Son;

Hallelujah! We follow till the halls we see, Where thou hast bid us sup with thee.

503 "The Bridegroom Cometh." WAKE, awake! for night is flying; The watchmen on the heights are crying;

Awake, Jerusalem, at last ! Midnight hears the welcome voices, And at the thrilling cry rejoices;

Come forth, ye virgins, night is past! The Bridegroom comes; awake, Your lamps with gladness take;

Hallelujah! And for his marriage feast prepare, For ye must go to meet him there. 2 Zion hears the watchmen singing, And all her heart with joy is springing;

She wakes, she rises from her gloom; For her Lord comes down all-glorious ; The strong in grace, in truth victorious;