HYMNS. ADVENT SUNDAY. MATT. XXI. HOSANNA to the living Lord; Hosanna, Lord, thine angels cry; O, Saviour, with protecting care, Where we thy parting promise claim. Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest. But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast, And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy thee. Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest. So in the last and dreadful day, Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest. SECOND SUNDAY IN ADVENT. JOHN I. THE Lord will come, the earth shall quake, And, withering, from the vault of night The Lord will come, but not the same The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. The Lord will come, a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human-kind. Can this be He who wont to stray Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain, |