99. The same. Matt. xxiv. 29–31. xxv. 34. (P. M.) IL O! He cometh ! countless trumpets, I Blow to raise the sleeping dead; 'Midst ten thousand saints and angels, See their great exalted Head ! Hallelujah, Welcome, welcome, Son of God. 2 Now his merit, by the harpers, Through th' eternal deep resounds; Now resplendent shine his nail-prints, Every eye shall see his wounds; They who pierc'd him, Shall, at his appearance, wail. 3 Full of joyful expectation, Saints behold the Judge appear! Hallelujah, “ Enter into life and joy; . Hallelujah, Jesus brings them to the King ; Hallelujah, 300. The Signs of the Times. (P. M.) U Partners in his patience here ; Mark the tokens, Nature's swift approaching doom ! Cleaves the centre ! Nations rush into the tomb ! 3 Close behind the tribulation, Of these last tremendous days, Earth and heaven, Darken’d into endless night, Beams the Saviour, Hark on earth the doleful cry, Hide us, hide us, 6 With what bitter exclamation, Shall his foes his banner see! All discern him, All, with shouts, cry out, “ 'Tis HE!" 7 Lo, 'tis He, our hearts adore him, Come for his espous'd below; Psalms of triumph, We his open face shall see ; Love shall crown us 01. The last Judgment. (L. M.) THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day, 1 When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead! 0! on that day, that awful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay ; . Though heaven and earth shall pass away! 302. The Books opened. Rev. xx. 12. (L.M W ETHINKS the last great day is com VI Methinks I hear the trumpet sound, That shakes the earth, rends every tomb, And wakes the prisoners under ground. 2 The mighty deep gives up her trust, Aw'd by the Judge's high command; Big with th' important fates of men; As wrote by heaven's unerring pen. 4 To every soul, the books assign, The joyous or the dread reward : No plea the Judge will here regard. ETERNITY. 303. Eternity joyful and tremendous. (L. M.) 1 LTERNITY is just at hand; W And shall I waste my ebbing sand, 2 Eternity, tremendous sound ! To guilty souls a dreadful wound; The rising doubt, how sharp its pain ! And light, and hope, and joy impart ; 04. The same. (P. M.) INTERNITY! tremendous word, Beginning without ending! [sword, What is thy sight portending; - With panic, fear, and terror; |