1 And must I be to judgment brought, 2 Yes, every secret of my heart For all that I have done. 3 How careful, then, ought I to live, 4 Thou mighty Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow; So shall I to my ways take heed 833 C. WESLEY. 1 That awful day will surely come, 2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys, 3 The thunder of that awful word Would so torment my ear, 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear. 836 MERIBAH. C. P. M. L. MASON. 1. When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To call thy ransomed peo-ple home, 1 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt 2 I love to meet among them now, 3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace! Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place, In that expected day : Thy pard'ning voice, O let me hear, To still each unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 Among thy saints let me be found, Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall To see thy smiling face; [sound, 1 O God, my inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress : Give me to feel their solemn weight, 2 Before me place in dread array 3 Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss t'insure: C. WESLEY. 1 He reigns, the Lord, the Saviour reigns, 2 In robes of judgment, lo, he comes! Shakes the wide earth and cleaves the Before him burns devouring fire, [tombs ; The mountains melt, the seas retire. 3 His enemies, with sore dismay, Fly from the sight, and shun the day; Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, And sing, for your redemption's nigh. 839 I. WATTS. 1 That fearful day, that day of dread, 3 roar, Red flames of death are bursting round; Bright lightnings flash, loud thunders [ground! How shakes the heaving, broken Dark broods the heavens over thee, Behold, the Judge of all appears; Unnumbered millions throng around, Raised from the buried dust of years. 4 Dark broods the heavens over thee, Sinner, behold thy dreadful doom! Destruction opens wide for thee Thy blindly chosen, final home. 841 1 The 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, shriveling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, And louder yet, and yet more dread, Resounds the trump that wakes the dead, 3 O on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be thou, O Christ, thy people's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away. WALTER SCOTT. 842 ALL SAINTS. L. M. W. KNAPP. 1. The Lord will come ; the earth shall quake, The hills their fix - ed seat for-sake; 03 4 And, withering, from the vault of night, The stars withdraw their feeble light. His voice at Sinai shook the earth, 844 1 The Lord will come; the earth shall quake, | 4 4 While sinners in despair shall call R. HEBER. 1 Hark! from the cross a voice of peace 3 The trumpet's voice that then did sound, T. COTTERILL. 1 The great archangel's trump shall sound, 3 2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead ; 5 The earth and all the works therein 6 C. WESLEY. 845 ARMAGEDDON. L. P. M. Arr. by A. Ross. Ho-san-na! hark, the melody Strikes sweetly on my rav-ished ear! ( The con-stella- tions make re-ply, In ech-oes from each distant sphere, S 1 Hosanna! hark, the melody Strikes sweetly on my ravished ear! The constellations make reply, In echoes from each distant sphere, Till all the wide expansion rings With Live forever, King of kings!" 2 Ripe is the vintage of the earth ; Its clustering grapes are round and full; And vengeance, vengeance bursts to birth, Sudden and irresistible: Messiah comes to tread amain The wine-press of the battle-plain. 3 The cry is up, the strife begun, The carnival of Slaughter's sons; 846 1 Wake, Zion, wake! put on thy strength; Don thy rich garb, Jerusalem; Rise, shine, thy light is come at length, And thou the wicked shalt condemn : But, hark! the war-cry nearer sounds; From land to land destruction bounds. 2 Assemble quickly, fowls of air; Come to the supper of the Lord; The great ones of the earth prepare To reap the harvest of the sword; 3 The cry is up, the strife begun ; Destruction spreads from field to field; And soon shall Slaughter's work be done; Soon shall Abaddon's legions yield: 1 Ye angels, put the sickle in, The press is full, the fats o'erflow; Before his judgment-seat below. 2 The sun shall set in solemn night, The moon and stars withdraw their light, The shattered earth's foundations |