Four Hyms by another Hand. Suited to the holy Sabbath, and to be sung in Families, HYMN III

The Lord of Life in bright array Now in his Glory stands, His Word gives light unto the Day, And shines through distant Lands: The Time, the blessed Time is come, When pleasant Birds shall sing, When tuneful Notes of Turtle-Dove, Proclaim the blissful Spring: The pleasant Harvest now is come, When lovely Fields appear With all their Blades fill'd full and ripe, To crown the passing Year. In Lustre doth the Gospel shine, Dark Clouds are pass'd away, The Glories of a lovely Christ Proclaim him every Day. His Word, that golden Word of his, Now in it's Lustre shines, And Grace and Mercy, Peace and Love, Fills all it's passing Lines; And what remains but that we look Soon from Mount Sion's Hill, A glorious Christ in Might will come, Not silent be nor still. A mighty Fire with his Breath, Enkindled shall flame, And quite consume out of his Sight, Proud Antichrist his Name. His precious Jewels he will take, And bind them up secure, Till he destroys proud Antichrist And quite consumes the Whore.