« PreviousContinue »
Who can answer to his word?
We rise and come away. 153.
[L. B. 54.] S. M, Thou Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe,
We all shall soon appear:
For that tremendous day;
And stir us up to pray.
That awful hour unknown;
Thou shalt from heaven come down,
To judge the human race,
With all thy glorious grace. 3 O may we thus be found,
Obedient to his word;
And looking for our Lord:
may we all insure
An everlasting rest. 154.
[L. B. 55.] L. M. He comes! He comes! the Judge severe! The seventh trumpet speaks him near! His lightnings flash, his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul! 2 From heaven angelic voices sound; See the Almighty Jesus crown'd!
Girt with omnipotence and grace,
And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending on his azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own:
And hail him their triumphant Lord. 4 Shout, all the people of the sky,
And all the saints of the Most High:
[L. B. 56.] L. M.
And make the greedy sea restore.
The earth no more her slain conceal:
And shrink to see a yawning hell.
And faithful to the end endure,
Stand, as the Rock of Ages, sure. 4 We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,
And mountains are on mountains hurl'd,
And smile to see a burning world.
Dissolve, by raging flames destroy'd,
And mount above the fiery void.
And on that ruin'd world look down:
(L. B. 58.] 4 linès 8 & 2-6. Thou God:of glorious majesty, To thee, against myself, to thee,
A worm of earth, I cry:
A sinner born to die.
Or shuts me up in hell.
Eternal things impress:
And wake to righteousness.
When thou with clouds shalt come
To meet a joyful doom?
Eternal bliss to insure;
And to the end endure.
And reign with thee above;
And everlasting love.
[L. B. 62.] C. M. WoE to the men on earth who dwell,
Nor dread the Almighty's frown; When God doth all his wrath reveal,
And shower his judgments down. 2 Sinners, expect those heaviest showers;
To meet your God prepare: For, lo! the seventh angel pours
His phial on the air. 3 Who then shall live, and see the throne,
And face the Judge severe? When heaven and earth are fled and gone,
O where shall I appear?
We may a place provide;
Of hell our spirits hide.
May view the fatal scene; For lo! the everlasting Rock
Is cleft to take us in.
[L. B. 64*.] P. M. Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain: Thousand, thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train:
Robed in dreadful majesty;
3 The dear tokens of his passion,
Still his dazzling body bears:
With what rapture
High on thy eternal throne!
6 lines 8.
This is the field-the world below,
And angels shout the harvest home. 2 Most awful truth!-and is it so?
Must all the world the harvest know?
For soon, &c. 3 To love my sins—a saint to appear;
To grow with wheat-and be a tare, May serve me whilst on earth below, Where tares and wheat together grow
But soon, &c. 4 But all who truly righteous be,
Their Father's kingdom then shall see;