Who can answer to his word?
Which of you dare meet his day?
Rise, and come to judgment,-Lord,
We rise and come away.
THOU Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy, or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear:
Our caution'd souls prepare
For that tremendous day;
And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray.
To pray, and wait the hour,
That awful hour unknown;
When, robed in majesty and power,
Thou shalt from heaven come down,
The immortal Son of Man,
To judge the human race,
With all thy Father's dazzling train,
With all thy glorious grace.
O may we thus be found,
Obedient to his word;
Attentive to the trumpet's sound,
And looking for our Lord:
O may we all insure
A lot amongst the blest;
And watch a moment, to secure
An everlasting rest.
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:
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord.
4 Shout, all the people of the sky,
And all the saints of the Most High:
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
For ever and for ever reigns.
THE great archangel's trump shall sound,
(While twice ten thousand thunders roar,)
Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,
And make the greedy sea restore.
2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead;
The earth no more her slain conceal:
Sinners shall lift their guilty head,
And shrink to see a yawning hell.
3 But we who now our Lord confess,
And faithful to the end endure,
Shall stand in Jesus' righteousness,
Stand, as the Rock of Ages, sure.
4 We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,
And mountains are on mountains hurl'd,
Shall stand unmoved amidst them all,
And smile to see a burning world.
5 The earth, and all the works therein,
Dissolve, by raging flames destroy'd,
While we survey the awful scene,
And mount above the fiery void.
6 By faith, we now transcend the skies,
And on that ruin'd world look down:
By love above all height we rise,
And share the everlasting throne.
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THOU God of glorious majesty,
To thee, against myself, to thee,
A worm of earth, I cry:
A half-awakened child of man;
An heir of endless bliss or pain,
A sinner born to die.
2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Secure, insensible:
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.
3 O God! my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart,
Eternal things impress:
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness.
4 Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?
5 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry and fear,
Eternal bliss to insure;
Thy utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.
6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.
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?
4 Now, only now, against that hour,
We may a place provide;
Beyond the grave, beyond the power
Of hell our spirits hide.
5 Firm in the all-destroying shock,
May view the fatal scene;
For lo! the everlasting Rock
Is cleft to take us in.
Lo! He comes with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain:
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:
God appears on earth to reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierced and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 The dear tokens of his passion,
Still his dazzling body bears:
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransom'd worshippers:
With what rapture
Gaze we on these glorious scars!
4 Yea! Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thy eternal throne!
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thy own:
Jah! Jehovah!
Everlasting God, come down!
THIS is the field-the world below,
In which the sower came to sow,-
Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares;
For so the word of truth declares;
And soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.
2 Most awful truth!—and is it so?
Must all the world the harvest know?
Is every man the wheat or tare?
Then for the harvest, O prepare!
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;
Shine like the sun for ever there:-
He that hath ears, then let him hear:
For soon, &c.
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