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C. M.
Looking for the coming of the day of God.
2 Peter 3:12.
Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear,
Thou glorious star of day!
Shine forth, and chase the dreary night,
With all our tears, away.
2 Strangers on earth, we wait for thee;
O leave the Father’s throne;
Come with a shout of victory, Lord,
And claim us as thine own.
3 O bid the bright archangel now
The trump of God prepare,
To call thy saints—the quick, the dead,
To meet thee in the air.
4 No resting-place we seek on earth,
No loveliness we see;
Our eye is on the royal crown,
Prepared for us and thee.
5 But, dearest Lord, however bright
That crown of joy above,
What is it to the brighter hope
Of dwelling in thy love?
6 What to the joy, the deeper joy,
Unmingled, pure and free,
Of union with our living Head,
Of fellowship with thee?
7 This joy e’en now on earth is ours;
But only, Lord, above
Our heart without a pang shall know
The fullness of thy love.
8 There, near thy heart, upon the throne,
Thy ransomed Bride shall see
What grace was in the bleeding Lamb,
Who died to make her free.