To the kingdom promised long,
With his shining angel throng,
Righteous vengeance to fulfil,
Recompence for good and ill,
Adam's race from dust to call,
Lo, He cometh, Judge of all!

Then the glory to his own!

Then the kingdom and the crown!
Then the sinner's hope shall close,

Then begin his endless woes;

Then he knocks, but knocks in vain,

Who shall break his iron chain?

Earth is fleeing, fleeing fast,
And its beauty fades at last;
O beloved, then, awake,

Bonds of carnal slumber break,

Wake, beloved, watch and pray,
While remains one hour of day !

Death, it cometh,-Oh beware!
Judgment cometh,-Oh prepare !
Stedfast, stedfast let us stand,
For the Judge is nigh at hand;
Stedfast let us rest each night,
Stedfast wake at morning light.

Glory, glory, glory be,

Gracious God and Lord, to Thee
To the Father and the Son,
To the Spirit, Three in One
Thus we now thy mercy praise,
Thus through everlasting days.

OUR EVENING HYMN.

IMITATED FROM THE GREEK, WHICH COMMENCES THUS :— Τὴν ἡμέραν διελθὼν

Ευχαριστώ σοι Κύριε.

See Daniel's Thesaurus Hymnologicus, vol. iii., p. 127.

The day is done !

I thank thee, Lord, alone.

"Tis evening, and I cry,

O Saviour, be thou nigh.
This night from sin me keep,
Preserve me while I sleep.

The day is gone!

I bless thee, Mighty One.
'Tis evening, and I cry,
O Saviour, be thou nigh.
This night from ill me keep,
Preserve me while I sleep.

The day is gone!

1 praise thee, Holy One.
'Tis evening, and I cry,

O Saviour, be thou nigh.
This night from plots me keep,
Preserve me while I sleep.

Light to these eyes afford,

O Christ, my God and Lord!

Dispel my soul's death-gloom,

Lest I should sleep in death ere day, Lest my great foe should boast and say, I have him overcome !

Defend my soul, O God!
For snares beset my road.

Thou art my help alone.

Deliver me from sin and fear,
Preserve me in my peril here,

O good and gracious One!

BATTLE-SONG AGAINST SATAN.

IMITATED FROM Ephraem (the Syrian).

JEHOVAH, judge my cause,

Avenge me of my foe,

Fight against Satan and his host,
Oh lay the strong one low!

I have cast off his yoke,

Renounced his cursed sway;

For this he doubly hates, and longs
To seize me as his prey.

To thee, and to thy cross,

For help, O Lord, I flee ;

He must prevail, if thou do not,
O Lord, deliver me!

For thou hast vanquished him!

Let him not conquer me;
Put him to shame, O Lord;

Give me the victory.