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Lord’s Day 2, 2013

I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.”


For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now. And not only this, but also we ourselves, having the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body. For in hope we have been saved, but hope that is seen is not hope; for who hopes for what he already sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, with perseverance we wait eagerly for it.

—Romans 8:18–25


Come, Lord
Horatius Bonar (1808–1889)
Seunit mundus. ” —Augustine.

Come, Lord, and tarry not:
Bring the long-looked-for Day;
O why these years of waiting here.
These ages of delay?

Come, for Thy saints still wait:
Daily ascends their sigh;
The Spirit and the Bride say, Come;
Dost Thou not hear the cry?

Come, for creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.

Come, for Thy Israel pines,
An exile from Thy fold;
O call to mind Thy faithful word,
And bless them as of old!

Come, for Thy foes are strong;
With taunting lip they say,
“Where is the promised Advent now,
And where the dreaded Day?”

Come, for the good are few;
They lift the voice in vain:
Faith waxes fainter on the earth,
And love is on the wane.

Come, for the truth is weak,
And error pours abroad
Its subtle poison o’er the earth,—
An earth that hates her God.

Come, for love waxes cold;
Its steps are faint and slow:
Faith now is lost in unbelief,
Hope’s lamp burns dim and low.

Come, for the grave is full;
Earth’s tombs no more can hold:
The sated sepulchres rebel,
And groans the heaving mould.

Come, for the corn is ripe;
Put in Thy sickle now,
Reap the great harvest of the earth,—
Sower and reaper Thou!

Come, in Thy glorious might,
Come with the iron rod,
Scattering Thy foes before Thy face,
Most mighty Son of God!

Come, spoil the strong man’s house,
Bind him and cast him hence;
Show Thyself stronger than the strong,
Thyself Omnipotence.

Come, and make all things new;
Build up this ruined earth,
Restore our faded Paradise,
Creation’s second birth.

Come, and begin Thy reign
Of everlasting peace;
Come, take tho kingdom to Thyself,
Great King of righteousness!

—Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope, First Series (James Nisbet & Co., 1878).

Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

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