REYNOLDSTONE.

7, 61.

REV. T. R. MATTHEWS.

FROM MENDELSSOHN.

1 DAY of wrath, O dreadful day!
When this world shall pass away,
And the heavens together roll,
Shriveling like a parchéd scroll,
Long foretold by saint and sage,
David's harp, and sibyl's page.
2 Day of terror, day of doom,
When the Judge at last shall come!
Through the deep and silent gloom,
Shrouding every human tomb,
Shall the archangel's trumpet tone
Summon all before the throne.

3 Then the writing shall be read,
Which shall judge the quick and dead;
Then the Lord of all our race
Shall appoint to each his place;
Every wrong shall be set right,
Every secret brought to light.

4 O just Judge, to whom belongs
Vengeance for all earthly wrongs,
Grant forgiveness, Lord, at last,
Ere the dread account be past.
Lo, my sighs, my guilt, my shame!
Spare me for thine own great name.

5 Thou, who bad'st the sinner cease
From her tears and go in peace,-
Thou, who to the dying thief
Spakest pardon and relief,-

Thou, O Lord, to me hast given,
E'en to me, the hope of heaven.

THOMAS OF CELANO. TR. BY A. P. STANLEY.

[S. M. Tune, Tioga. Page 368.]

1024 The inexorable Judge.

1 THOU Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear;

Our cautioned souls prepare
For that tremendous day,

And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray:

2 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.

3 0 may we all be found
Obedient to thy word,

Attentive to the trumpet's sound,
And looking for our Lord.

O may we thus insure

A lot among the blest;

And watch a moment to secure
An everlasting rest.

CHARLES WESLEY.

CHARLES.

8, 7.

J. PARKER.

1 Lo, the day, the day of life!
Day of unimagined light,
Day when death itself shall die,

And there shall be no more night!
2 See the King desired for ages,
By the just expected long,
Long implored, at length he hasteth,
Cometh with salvation strong.

3 0 how past all utterance happy,
Sweet and joyful it will be
When they who, unseen, have loved him,
Jesus face to face shall see!

4 Blessed then, earth's patient mourners,
Who for Christ have toiled and died,
Driven by the world's rough pressure
In those mansions to abide!

5 What will be the bliss and rapture
None can dream and none can tell,
There to reign among the angels,
In that heavenly home to dwell.

FROM THE LATIN, TR, BY MRS. E, CHARLES.

1 WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come

To take thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?

2 I love to meet thy people now,
Before thy feet with them to bow,
Though vilest of them all;

But, can I bear the piercing thought,
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call?

3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace;
Be thou my only hiding-place,
In this the accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice O let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,

Nor let me fall, I pray.

JUDGMENT HYMN. 8, 7.

(Peculiar.)

JOSEPH KLUG'S GESANG BUCH.

Caught up to meet him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay;
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepared to meet him.
3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing;

For they shall rise and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing:

The day of grace is past and gone,
Trembling they stand before the throne,
All unprepared to meet him.

4 Great God! what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!

The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated:
Beneath his cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet him.
BARTHOLOMAUS RINGWALDT.

TE. BY W. B. COLLYER,ALT.

LOWELL MASON.

DEVIZES.

C. M.

ISAAC TUCKER.

FIRST PART.

1030 The full assurance of hope.

1 How happy every child of grace, Who knows his sins forgiven!

"This earth," he cries, "is not my place, I seek my place in heaven,

A country far from mortal sight;

Yet O, by faith I see

The land of rest, the saints' delight,
The heaven prepared for me.'

20 what a blessed hope is ours!

While here on earth we stay,

We more than taste the heavenly powers, And antedate that day:

We feel the resurrection near,

Our life in Christ concealed,

And with his glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled.

3 O would he more of heaven bestow,
And let the vessels break,

And let our ransomed spirits go
To grasp the God we seek;
In rapturous awe on him to gaze,
Who bought the sight for me;
And shout and wonder at his grace
Through all eternity!

CHARLES WESLEY

SECOND PART.

1031 Endless bliss in prospect.

1 A STRANGER in the world below, I calmly sojourn here;

Nor can its happiness or woe
Provoke my hope or fear:

Its evils in a moment end,
Its joys as soon are past;
But O, the bliss to which I tend
Eternally shall last!

2 To that Jerusalem above,

With singing I repair;

While in the flesh, my hope and love,

My heart and soul, are there.

There my exalted Saviour stands,

My merciful High Priest;

And still extends his wounded hands, To take me to his breast.

CHARLES WESLEY,

THIRD PART.

1032 The prospect joyous.

1 AND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die;

My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.

2 In hope of that immortal crown
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:

I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliverer come,

And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

3 0 what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravished eyes