Matthew 25:1-13

We Praise You, We Bless You

We praise You, we bless You, our Saviour divine,
All power and dominion are Yours for all time!
We sing of Your mercy with joyful acclaim,
For You have redeemed us: all praise to Your name!

All honour and praise to Your excellent name,
Your love is unchanging – for ever the same!
We bless and adore You, O Saviour and King;
With joy and thanksgiving Your praises we sing!

The strength of the hills and the depths of the sea,
The earth and its fullness, Yours always shall be;
And yet to the lowly You listen with care,
So ready their humble petitions to hear.

Your infinite goodness our tongues shall employ;
You give to us richly all things to enjoy;
We’ll follow Your footsteps, we’ll rest in Your love,
And soon we shall praise You in mansions above!

Fanny J Crosby (alt. Horrobin/Leavers)

It May Be at Morn

It may be at morn, when the day is awaking,
When sunlight through darkness and shadow is breaking,
That Jesus will come in the fullness of glory,
To receive from the world “His own”.

O Lord Jesus, how long?
How long ere we shout the glad song?
Christ returneth,
Hallelujah, hallelujah, amen,
Hallelujah, amen!

It may be at mid-day, it may be at twilight,
It may be, perchance, that the blackness of midnight
Will burst into light in the blaze of His glory,
When Jesus receives “His own”.

While hosts cry hosanna, from heaven descending,
With glorified saints and the angels attending,
With grace on His brow, like a halo of glory,
Will Jesus receive “His own”.

Oh, joy! Oh, delight! Should we go without dying;
No sickness, no sadness, no dread and no crying;
Caught up through the clouds with our lord into glory,
When Jesus receives “His own”.

H.L. Turner

Lo He Comes

Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favoured sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Jesus comes, and comes to reign.

Ev’ry eye shall now behold Him
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing, deeply wailing, deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.

When the solemn trump has sounded,
Heav’n and earth shall flee away;
All who hate Him must, confounded,
Hear the summons of that day -
Come to judgement! Come to judgement! Come to judgement!
Come to judgement, come away!

Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear!
All His saints, by men rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air;
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear!

Yea, Amen! Let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for Thine own!
Oh, come quickly! Oh, come quickly! Oh, come quickly!
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come!

J. Cennick and C. Wesley

Piano: Bill Ashton

Singing: Hilary Ashton