Come, thou long-expected Jesus, born to set thy people free; From our fears and sins release us, let us find our rest in Thee: Israel’s strength and consolation, hope of all the earth Thou art; Dear Desire of every nation, joy of every longing heart. Born thy people to deliver, born a Child and yet a King; Born to reign in us for ever, now Thy gracious kingdom bring; By Thine own eternal Spirit, rule in all our hearts alone; By Thine all-sufficient merit, raise us to thy glorious throne. 62. High let us swell our tuneful notes, And join th’ angelic throng, For angels no such love have known, T’ awake a cheerful song. Good-will to sinful men is shown, And peace on earth is given; For, lo! the incarnate Saviour comes With messages from heaven. Justice and grace with sweet accord His rising beams adorn; Let heaven and earth in concert join, To us a Child is born. Glory to God in highest strains, In highest worlds be paid; His glory by our lips proclaimed, And by our lives displayed. When shall we reach those blissful realms, Where Christ exalted reigns; And learn of the celestial choir Their own immortal strains? 63. Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes. The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here may we sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. One day amidst the place Where thou, my God, art seen, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Spent in the joys of sin. 64. Blest be the wisdom and the power, The justice and the grace, That joined in council to restore And save our ruined race. Blest be the Lord, who sent his Son To take our flesh and blood; He for our lives gave up his own, To make our peace with God. He honoured all his Father’s laws, Which we have disobeyed; He bore our sins upon the cross, And our full ransom paid. Behold Him rising from the grave, Behold Him raised on high! He pleads his merits there to save Transgressors doomed to die. There on a glorious throne he reigns, And by His power divine, Redeems us from the slavish chains Of Satan and of sin. Thence shall the Lord to judgment come, And, with a sovereign voice, Shall call and break up every tomb, While waking saints rejoice. O may I then with joy appear Before the Judge’s face, And with the blest assembly there, Sing His redeeming grace! 65. As Jacob on travel was weary by day, At night on a stone for a pillow he lay; A vision appeared—a ladder so high, Its foot on the earth, and its top in the sky.