_Eph._ v. 14. I. The Last of Days will come indeed, Awake! thou careless world, awake thee! ’Twill come, for so has Heaven decreed; To prayer and watchfulness betake thee ’Twill come, for what our Lord hath spoken Shall stand, although it long delay; Though heaven and earth shall pass away, Our Saviour’s Word shall not be broken. The Lord to judgment comes, awake! Arrayed in Majesty transcendent; Accursed sinners groan and quake, Awed by His Countenance resplendent: Behold Him now, behold and wonder! At God’s right Hand He leaves His Seat, Where worlds were placed beneath His Feet, He comes with Lightning, Fire, and Thunder. How soon the Last of Days will dawn! Awake! thou careless world, awake thee! Who knows how soon the glorious Morn Of that dread Day will overtake thee? No more let earth’s vain baubles please thee; As birds, of danger unaware, Are caught within the fowler’s snare, E’en so the Last of Days will seize thee. The Last of Days the Lord delays, Because of that great Love He bears us; That men may turn and mend their ways, In tender Mercy thus He spares us: He gently deals with those He loveth, And if He long retards the Day, To call them from the world away, Their faith, and hope, and love He proveth. II. Lift up, ye saints, your joyful heads, For your redemption now draws nearer; There, where a better Joshua leads, A Righteous Day will soon dawn clearer, When all who follow now His banners, Led on by His victorious Hand, Shall win once more a Promised Land, And sing in triumph loud Hosannas. E’en now the Spring is at the door, Green leaves shoot forth on fig-branch tender; Fresh flowers appear on earth’s green floor; New senses God to each will render; When, past this night preparatory, Our bodies, all their labour done, Shall shine for ever like the sun, In one long Day of summer glory. Meantime let us, each day and night, Repent of sin with deep compunction; More wary walk, as in His Sight, And pray with all the Spirit’s Unction: Then come He in what watch soever, Go forth we will with ready feet, The Bridegroom’s angel-host to meet, Who stand before Him, weary never. Weihnachtslied. I. Ach dass die Hülfe aus Zion über Israel käme, und Gott sein gefangenes Volk erlösete: So wurde sich Jacob freuen; und Israel fröhlich seyn. Wir singen Dir, Immanuel, Du Lebensfürst und Gnadenquell, Du Himmelsblum und Morgenstern, Du Jungfrausohn, Herr aller Herrn! Wir singen Dir in deinem Heer Aus aller Kraft Lob, Preis und Ehr, Dass Du, o lang gewünschter Gast, Dich nunmehr eingestellet hast.