Sunday Audio Service – Advent 3 – 12/12/21
HARK THE GLAD SOUND! The Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
He comes the prisoners to release,
In Satan’s bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of His grace
To enrich the humble poor.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven’s eternal arches ring
With Thy belovèd name.
Philip Doddridge, altd.
O COME, O COME, IMMANUEL,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice, rejoice! Immanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O come, Thou Lord of might
Who to Thy tribes on Sinai’s height
In ancient times didst give the law
In cloud, and majesty, and awe.
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
From depths of hell Thy people save
And give them victory o’er the grave.
O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
O come, Thou Key of David, come
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Tr. John Mason Neale, altd
THOU DIDST LEAVE THY THRONE and Thy kingly crown,
When Thou camest to earth for me;
But in Bethlehem’s home there was found no room
For Thy holy nativity:
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for Thee.
Heaven’s arches rang when the angels sang,
Proclaiming Thy royal degree;
But of lowly birth cam’st Thou, Lord, on earth,
And in great humility,
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for Thee.
The foxes found rest, and the birds had their nest,
In the shade of the cedar tree;
But Thy couch was the sod, O Thou Son of God,
In the deserts of Galilee.
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for Thee.
Thou camest, O Lord, with the living word
That should set Thy children free;
But with mocking scorn, and with crown of thorn,
They bore Thee to Calvary.
O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
Thy cross is my only plea.
When heaven’s arches shall ring, and her choirs shall sing,
At Thy coming to victory,
Let Thy voice call me home, saying, ‘Yet there is room,
There is room at My side for thee.’
And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,
When Thou comest and callest for me.
Emily E. Steele Elliott.
REJOICE, THE LORD IS KING!
Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks, and sing,
And triumph ever more:
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice! Again I say: rejoice!
Jesus the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When He had purged our stains,
He took His seat above:
His kingdom cannot fail,
He rules o’er earth and heaven;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Jesus given:
He sits at God’s right hand
Till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,
And fall beneath His feet:
Rejoice in glorious hope;
Jesus the Judge shall come,
And take His servants up
To their eternal home:
We soon shall hear the archangel’s voice;
The trump of God shall sound: rejoice!
Charles Wesley.
