595. C. M. Anonymous. The Morning. 1 We wait in faith, in prayer we wait, Until the happy hour When God shall ope the morning gate, By His almighty power. 2 We wait in faith, and turn our face To where the day-light springs; Till He shall come earth's gloom to chase, With healing on His wings. 3 And even now, amid the gray, The East is brightening fast, And kindling to that perfect day Which never shall be past. 4 We wait in faith, we wait in prayer, Till that blest day shall shine, When earth shall fruits of Eden bear, And all, O God, be Thine! 5 O, guide us till our night is done! Until, from shore to shore, Thou, Lord, our everlasting sun, Art shining evermore! 596. 7 & 6s. M. Montgomery. Lo! He Cometh. 1 God comes, with succor speedy, To those who suffer wrong; To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong; He comes to break oppression, And set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity. 2 He shall come down, as showers Upon the thirsty earth; And joy and hope, like flowers, Spring in His path to birth. Before Him, on the mountains, Shall Peace, the herald, go, And Righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. 3 To Him shall prayer unceasing, And daily vows, ascend; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end. The tide of time shall never His covenant remove; His name shall stand forever; His great, best name of Love. 597. C. M. Doddridge. The Holy Way. 1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, Your great deliverer sing; Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, Be joyful in your King. 2 See the fair way His hand hath raised, How holy and how plain! Nor shall the simplest travellers err, Nor ask the trace in vain. 3 No ravening lion shall destroy, Nor lurking serpent wound; Pleasure and safety, peace and praise, Through all the path are found. 4 A hand divine shall lead you on Through all the blissful road, Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your smiling God. 5 There, garlands of immortal joy Shall bloom on every head; While sorrow, sighing, and distress, Like shadows all are fled. 598. 7s. M. Anonymous. The Prophet's Vision.