298. The Day of Judgment. (P. M.)

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AY of judgment, day of wonders! Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, Louder than ten thousand thunders,

Shakes the vast creation round!

How the summons, will the sinner's heart confound!

2 See the Judge our nature wearing, Cloth'd in majesty divine!

You who long for his appearing,
Then shall say, "This God is mine!"
Gracious Saviour, own me in that day for thine!

3 At his call the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the pow'rs 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,

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Hence, accursed wretch, depart!

Thou, with Satan and his angels, have thy part!”

5 But to those who have confessed,

Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below!

He will say, "Come near, ye blessed,
See the kingdom I bestow:

You for ever, shall my love and glory know."

6 Under sorrows and reproaches,

May this thought your courage raise! Swiftly God's great day approaches, Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise : We shall triumph, when the world is in a blaze.

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The same.

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Mátt. xxiv. 29-31. xxv. 34.
(P. M.)

O! He cometh! countless trumpets,
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!
Truth and justice go before him,
Now the joyful sentence hear:
Hallelujah,

Welcome, welcome, Judge divine. 4" Come, ye blessed of my Father, "Enter into life and joy;

"Banish all your fears and sorrows,
"Endless praise be your employ."
Hallelujah,

Welcome, welcome, to the skies.
5 Now, at once, they rise to glory,
Jesus brings them to the King;

There, with all the hosts of heaven,
They eternal anthems sing:
Hallelujah,

Boundless glory to the Lamb.

300. The Signs of the Times. (P. M.)

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IFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
Partners in his patience here;

Christ, to all believers precious,
Lord of lords, shall soon appear :
Mark the tokens,

Of his heav'nly kingdom near!

2 Hear all nature's groans proclaiming,
Nature's swift approaching doom!
War, and pestilence, and famine,
Signify the wrath to come:
Cleaves the centre!

Nations rush into the tomb !

3 Close behind the tribulation,
Of these last tremendous days,
See the flaming revelation;
See the universal blaze!
Earth and heaven,

Melt before the Judge's face.

4 Sun, and moon, are both confounded,
Darken'd into endless night,
When, with angel hosts surrounded,
In his Father's glory bright,
Beams the Saviour,-
Shines the everlasting light.

5 See the stars from heaven falling,
Hark on earth the doleful cry,
Men on rocks and mountains calling,
While the frowning Judge draws nigh;
Hide us, hide us,

Rocks and mountains, from his eye!

6 With what bitter exclamation,
Shall his foes his banner see !
By the signals of his passion,
By the marks receiv'd for me;
All discern him,

All, with shouts, cry out, ""Tis HE!"
7 Lo, 'tis He, our hearts adore him,
Come for his espous❜d below;
Happy spirits fall before him,
O what joy our hearts o'erflow;
Psalms of triumph,

Crowns of glory to bestow.

8 Yes, the prize shall then be given,
We his open face shall see;
Love, the earnest of our heaven,
Love our full reward shall be:

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Love shall crown us

Kings to all eternity!

The last Judgment. (L. M.)

1 THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away,

What power shall be the sinner's stay?
How shall he meet that dreadful day?

2 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!
3 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.)

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METHINKS the last great day is come,

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;
Both small and great now quit their dust,
And round the dread tribunal stand.

3 Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th' important fates of men;
Each deed and word now public made,
As wrote by heaven's unerring pen.
4 To every soul, the books assign,
The joyous or the dread reward:
Sinners in vain lament and pine,
No plea the Judge will here regard.
5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold,
May life's fair book my soul approve:
There may I read my name enroll'd,
And triumph in redeeming love.

ETERNITY.

303. Eternity joyful and tremendous. (L. M.)

TERNITY is just at hand;

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And shall I waste my ebbing sand,

And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?