When God shall build my bones again, 5 Then shall I see thy lovely face, SECTION JUDGMENT. III. 147. [S. B. 228.] AND will the Judge descend? And not a single soul escape His all-discerning eyes? 2 And from his righteous lips S. M. 3 Shall this dread sentence sound: And through the numerous guilty throng, Spread black despair around? "Depart from me, accursed, For rebel angels first prepared; Where mercy never came." 4 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day, When earth and heaven, before his face, Astonish'd, shrink away? 5 But ere that trumpet shakes 6 The mansions of the dead; Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound, What joyful tidings spread! Ye sinners, seek his grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear: Fly to the shelter of his cross, 7 So shall that curse remove His blessings on your head. 148. [s. B. 230.] L. M. BEHOLD! the Judge, the Saviour comes! 2 Lo! all assembled at his bar! Now every eye must Jesus see; That fain would from his presence flee. 3 All who have pierced him too shall come; 4 Hide us, ye mountains, hark! they cry, [s. B. 231.] P. M. DAY of judgment! day of wonders! Will the sinner's heart confound! K 2 See the Judge our nature wearing, Own me in that day for thine! 3 At his call the dead awaken, Rise to life from earth and sea: All the powers of nature, shaken By his looks, prepare to flee: Careless sinner, What will then become of thee? 4 Horrors past imagination, Will surprise your trembling heart, When you hear your condemnation, Hence, accursed wretch, depart: Thou with Satan, 66 And his angels, have thy part. 5 But to those who have confessed, You for ever Shall my love and glory know.” 6 Under sorrows and reproaches, May this thought our courage raise, Swiftly God's great day approaches; Sighs shall then be changed to praise: May we triumph, When the world is in a blaze! 150. [S. B. 232.] C. M. WHEN rising from the bed of death, I view my Maker face to face, 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My soul with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, 4 O may my broken, contrite heart, And early with repenting tears, 151. [L. B. 64.] 4 lines 6 & 2-8. YE virgin souls, arise, Oil in your vessels take: 2 He comes, he comes to call And raise to glory all Who fit for glory are: Made ready for your full reward, 3 Go meet him in the sky, 4 Your everlasting Friend; With all his saints ascend: Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace, Ye that have here received The unction from above, And in his Spirit lived, Obedient to his love; Jesus shall claim you for his bride; 5 The everlasting doors Shall soon the saints receive, 6 Then let us wait to hear The trumpet's welcome sound: When Jesus doth the heavens bow, 152. [L. B. 53.] 8 lines 7 & 6. 2 3 HEARKEN to the solemn voice, Wait ye all in patient hope, Till Christ, the Judge, shall come; In an hour to us unknown, Happy he whom Christ shall find Him, the Judge of all mankind |