From earthly power and weakness Keep me alike apart; From self-will and unmeekness, From pride of lip or heart. Without let tempests gather;-- Let all be calm within, Unfretted and unshaken By human strife and sin. And when these limbs are weary, And throbs this sleepless brain, With breath from yon myrrh-mountain Revive my soul again; For soon shall break the day, And shadows flee away. There my beloved dwelleth, He calls me up to him; He bids me quit these valleys, These moorlands brown and dim. There my long-parted wait me, The missed and mourned below; Now, eager to rejoin them, I fain would rise and go. Not long below we linger, Not long we here shall sigh; The hour of dew and dawning Is hastening from on high; For soon shall break the day, And shadows flee away. O streaks of happy day-spring Salute us from above! O never setting sunlight, Earth longeth for thy love; O hymns of unknown gladness, That hail us from these skies, Swell till you gently silence Earth's meaner melodies! O hope all hope surpassing, For evermore to be, O Christ, the Church's Bridegroom, In Paradise with thee; For soon shall break the day, And shadows flee away. THE COMING REIGN King of kings! ascend Thy throne; Visit this Thine earth again; Gird Thy sword upon Thy thigh; Take Thy mighty power, and reign King of nations! claim this world With its kingdoms for Thine own. Raze each rebel fortress here, Level every hostile throne. King of Israel! now arise, And rebuild Thy Salem's walls; Gather Jacob's scattered flock; Hear Thine Israel when he calls. King of saints! Thy ransomed own, They the members, Thou the head; Speed the great deliverance, First-begotten of the dead. King of glory! King of heaven! King of earth! arise and reign; All creation sighs for Thee; Visit Thine own earth again. King eternal! Son of God! Earth and heaven shall Thee obey; Principalities and powers Own Thine everlasting sway. THESE ARE THE TRUE SAYINGS OF GOD Sure the record; Christ has come! Rich, for us became He poor. O my soul, then know His love; Love Him, serve Him evermore. Sure the record; Christ has died, Bearing on the cross our sin; Is not this the gate of life? Son of Adam, enter in! Sure the record; Christ is risen, He hath broken every chain: Silent stands the empty tomb, Never to be filled again. Sure the promise; Christ will come, Though the promise lingers still; Heavy seems the wing of time, Weary with the weight of ill. Signs are mustering everywhere, And the world is growing old; Love is low and faith is dull, Truth and right are bought, and sold! Then when men are heedless grown, And the virgins slumber all, When iniquity abounds, Then He cometh, Judge of all!