Thou, Whose Coming Seers and Sages

Thou

whose com­ing seers and sag­es

Long fore­told to Is­ra­el

Hast ap­peared in these last ag­es

Jesu Christ

Em­ma­nu­el.

O thou pre­cious day of grace

Fraught with bless­ings to our race!

None need now des­pair of par­don

Bowed be­neath a hope­less bur­den.

Simeon longed for Thy sal­va­tion;

David

wrapped with ho­ly fire

Poured forth strains of in­spir­ation

As he swept his roy­al lyre;

Righteous men and gift­ed seers

Longed for Thee in by­gone years

Some in si­lence

some loud cry­ing

Mingling pray­ers with tears and sigh­ing.

God be bless­èd

who hath grant­ed

In His grace to you and me

That for which so many pant­ed—

Vainly hoped to hear and see.

Now God’s coun­sel is re­vealed

And the vi­sion is un­sealed;

God hath heard your sup­pli­ca­tion

And is come to bring sal­va­tion.

Thou the Sav­ior long ex­pect­ed

Came to earth from His high throne

Sad He wan­ders and ne­glect­ed

E’en re­ceived not by His own;

Men per­mit Him to pass by

Without love or sym­pa­thy;

When He calls them they re­gard not

And sin on as though they heard not.

And He knocks

im­pelled by pi­ty

At the house of rich and poor

Who in spite of His en­trea­ty

Turn Him rude­ly from the door.

They who do not see their sin

Will not let the Sav­ior in;

For the whole need no phy­si­cian

Satisfied with their con­di­tion.

Know ye Him who came to save us

By His heav’n­ly Fa­ther sent?

All we need­ed free­ly gave us

Bare Him­self our pun­ish­ment.

Live ye al­ways as they ought

Whom His pre­cious blood hath bought?

Are your names with those re­cord­ed

Whose true love shall be re­ward­ed?

Have you suf­fered Him to win you?

Are you sub­ject to His will?

Is His king­dom formed with­in you?

Or do you re­sist Him still?

Whom do you ye your mas­ter call

Jesu Christ or Be­li­al?

Raise to Christ a loud ho­san­na!

He alone is life’s true man­na.

Joyfully we sing ho­san­na!

Blessèd Sav­ior

en­ter in;

Feed us with the liv­ing man­na

Cleanse our hearts from ev­ery sin.

See

we op­en wide the door!

Enter

to de­part no more;

Come

and let us now en­throne Thee

In the hearts that long to own Thee.

Sin

alas! hath long com­pelled us

Her dread bid­ding to ob­ey

And

both soul and bo­dy

held us

Captive with re­sist­less sway;

All our ef­forts have been vain

To cast off her ir­on chain;

Thou

and Thou alone

Lord Je­sus

Canst from all our sins re­lease us.

Take Thy king­dom

wait no longer

Since to Thee it doth be­long;

And He on­ly who is strong­er

Can re­lease us from the strong.

Make us hap­py

God’s dear Son

Reap the fruit Thy love has won;

Till earth’s fur­thest realms ad­ore Thee

And her kings fall down be­fore Thee.