The Day, the Gospel Day Draws Near

The day

the Gos­pel day draws near

When sin­ners shall their voic­es raise

Sing the new song with heart sin­cere

Triumphant in the land of praise.

Glory to God! they all shall cry:

Who is so great a God as ours!

We have a ci­ty strong and high

Salvation is for walls and tow­ers.

Salvation to our souls brought in

Salvation from our guil­ty stains

Salvation from the pow­er of sin

Salvation from its last re­mains.

Secure from dan­ger

as from dread

We nev­er shall be put to shame

Who hi­ther have for re­fuge fled;

For Je­sus is our ci­ty’s name.

Open the gates

and op­en wide

Let ev­ery faith­ful soul go in;

Open for all the jus­ti­fied

Who keep the truth that frees from sin.

Who hold the truth in right­eous­ness

And hear their Lord’s com­mands

and do

Into the ci­ty gates shall press

And all in Christ be crea­tures new.

They who the will di­vine have done

The pro­mise shall thro’ grace re­ceive

And gain their call­ing’s glo­ri­ous crown

And free from sin in Je­sus live.

Yes

Lord

Thy Word for ev­er stands

And shall from age to age en­dure

To us who own Thy mild com­mands

To work­ing faith the Word is sure.

Who Thee re­mem­bers in Thy ways

And fol­lows after ho­li­ness

Because on Thee his mind he stays

Him Thou wilt keep in per­fect peace.

Who trust to be re­deemed from sin

And all Thy ho­ly will to prove

Thy op­en arms shall take him in

And root and stab­lish him in love.

Trust in the Lord

ye sons of men

The Lord Almigh­ty to re­deem

Your faith in Him shall not be vain

He saves who­ev­er trust in Him.

His sav­ing pow­er no lim­its knows

In strength and good­ness in­fi­nite

Satan and sin His arm o’er­throws

And bruis­es them be­neath our feet.

He brings them down who dwell on high

Humbles each vain as­pir­ing boast

Bulwarks and tow­ers

that threat the sky

He fells

and le­vels with the dust.

He lays the lof­ty ci­ty low

O’erturns

and brings it to the ground;

His hands de­stroy the in­bred foe

And all the strength of sin con­found.

That haugh­ty Ba­by­lon within

Shall to be­liev­ing souls sub­mit;

They shall not alw­ays strive with sin

But tread it down be­neath their feet.

Satan’s strong­holds o’er­thrown shall be

The poor shall on their ru­ins tread

Lead cap­tive their cap­tiv­ity

From all their sins for ev­er freed.

This is the tri­umph of the just

Whoe’er on Thee their spir­it stay

Shall find the God in whom they trust;

Perfection is their shin­ing way.

Most ho­ly

pure

and per­fect Thou

Just of Thy­self

and good alone

Dost all Thy child­ren’s paths al­low

When cleansed

and sanc­ti­fied in One.