LITTLETON

By John Cennick (1718-1755)

The hymn appears in his brother's, Rev. Dr. John Henry Livingston's,
Psalm and Hymn Book of 1814, p.325-6.

Appears in:
    Elizabeth Van Rensselaer Her Music Book, 1782.

Lo! he cometh! countless Trumpets
Blow to raise the sleeping dead;
'Midst ten thousand saints and angels
See their great exalted head.
Hallelujah,
Welcome, welcome, Son of God.

Now his merit, by the harpers,
Thro&' th' eternal deep resounds;
Now resplendent shine his nail-prints,
Ev'ry eye shall see his wounds:
They, who pierc'd him,
Shall at his appearance wail.

Full of joyful expectation,
Saints, behold the Judge appear!
Truth and justice go before him,
Now the joyful sentence hear:
Hallelujah,
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine.

Come, ye blessed of my Father,
Enter into life and joy;
Banish all your fears and sorrows,
Endless praise be your employ:
Hallelujah,
Welcome, welcome to the skies.

Now at once they rise to glory,
Jesus brings them as their king;
There, with all the hosts of heav'n,
They eternal anthems sing:
Hallelujah,
Boundless glory to the Lamb.

PSALM 34
Lyrics by Nahum Tate (1652-1715) and Nicholas Brady (1659-1726)

The psalm appears in his brother's, Rev. Dr. John Henry Livingston's,
Psalm and Hymn Book of 1814, p.54-5.

Thro' all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

Come, magnify the Lord with me,
And high exalt his name:
When in distress on him I call'd,
He to my rescue came.

The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just:
Deliv'rance he affords to all,
Who on his succour trust.

O! make but trial of his love:
Experience will decide
How bless'd they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

Fear him, ye saints; and you will then
Have nothing else to fear:
Make you his service your delight;
He'll make your wants his care.