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8 With Thy favored sheep O place me;
Nor among the goats abase me;
But to Thy right hand upraise me.
While the wicked are confounded,
Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
Call me, with Thy saints surrounded.

WINDHAM. L. M.

19 Low I kneel with heart submission,
See, like ashes, my contrition;
Help me in my last condition.
Ah, that day of tears and mourning!
From the dust of earth returning,
Man for judgment must prepare him.

Thomas of Celano. c. 1250. Rev. William Josiah Irons. (1812-) 1848. ab. and alt. Daniel Read. (1757-1836.) 1785.

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

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2 When, shrivelling like a parchéd scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead.
3 O on that day, that wrathful day,

When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

Thomas of Celano. c. 1250.
Sir Walter Scott. (1771-1832.) 1805.
"He cometh to judge the Earth."
Ps. xcvi. 13.

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THE Lord will come, the earth shall quake,
The hills their fixéd seat forsake,
And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars withdraw their feeble light.
2 The Lord will come, but not the same
As once in lowly form He came,
A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.
3 The Lord will come, a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human kind.
4 Can this be He who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway,

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By power oppressed, and mocked by pride,

O God, is this the Crucified?

Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain,
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain;
But faith, victorious o'er the tomb,

Shall sing for joy, "The Lord is come."
Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783-1826.) 1811.

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I THAT fearful day, that day of dread,
When Thou shalt judge the quick and dead:
O God, I shudder to foresee

The awful things which then shall be.
2 When Thou shalt come, Thine angels round,
With legions, and with trumpet sound;
O Saviour, grant me in the air
With all Thy saints, to meet Thee there.

3 Weep, O my soul, ere that great day,
When God shall shine in plain array;
O weep thy sin, that thou may'st be
In that severest judgment free.

4 O Christ, forgive, remit, protect,

And set Thy servant with the elect;
That I may hear the voice, that calls
The righteous to Thy heavenly halls.

Theodore of the Studium. (759-826.)
Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818-1866.) 1862. alt

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1353 Looking forward to the Judgment. 2 Our cautioned souls prepare

For that tremendous day;
And fill us now with watchful care,

And stir us up to pray;

3 To pray, and wait the hour,

That awful hour unknown,

When robed in majesty and power,

3 But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,
Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound
What joyful tidings spread.

4 Ye sinners, seek His grace

Whose wrath ye cannot bear; Fly to the shelter of His cross, And find salvation there.

Thou shalt from heaven come down,- 5 So shall that curse remove,

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2 Age after age has gone,

Sun after sun has set,
And still, in weeds of widowhood,
She weeps a mourner yet.

3 Saint after saint on earth

Has lived, and loved, and died;
And as they left us one by one,
We laid them side by side;
4 We laid them down to sleep,
But not in hope forlorn;
We laid them but to ripen there

Till the last glorious morn.

5 The whole creation groans,

And waits to hear that voice
That shall restore her comeliness,
And make her wastes rejoice.

6 Come, Lord, and wipe away

The curse, the sin, the stain,
And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.

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13 Thrice happy morn for those
Who love the ways of peace;

No night of sorrow e'er shall close
Or shade their perfect bliss.

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1 COME, Lord, and tarry not:

Bring the long-looked-for day,

O why these years of waiting here,
These ages of delay?

2 Come, for creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,

Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.

3 Come, for the corn is ripe,

Put in Thy sickle now;

Reap the great harvest of the earth,
Sower and Reaper, Thou.

4 Come in Thy glorious might,
Come with the iron rod,
Scattering Thy foes before Thy face,
Most mighty Son of God.

5 Come, and make all things new;
Build up this ruined earth;
Restore our faded Paradise,
Creation's second birth.

6 Come, and begin Thy reign
Of everlasting peace;

Come, take the kingdom to Thyself,
Great King of righteousness.

Rev. Horatius Bonar. 1857. ab

NORTHFIELD. C. M.

Jeremiah Ingalls. (1764-1838.) 1805.

The

1. Lo, what a glorious sight appears To our believing eyes :

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passed away, The earth and seas are passed a

"A new Heaven and a new Earth."
Rev. xxi. 1-4.

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2 From the third heaven where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The New Jerusalem comes down,

Adorned with shining grace.
3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King.

4 "The God of glory down to men Removes His blest abode;

Men, the dear objects of His grace,

And He the loving God.

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I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise,"
And waking saints, with joyful eyes,
And lo, the graves obey;

Salute the expected day.

4 They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the middle air,

In shining garments meet their King,
And low adore Him there.

5 O may my humble spirit stand

Amongst them clothed in white: The meanest place at His right hand Is infinite delight.

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1 RETURN, O God of love, return;

Earth is a tiresome place:

How long shall we, Thy children, mourn
Our absence from Thy face?

2 Let heaven succeed our painful years,
Let sin and sorrow cease;
And, in proportion to our tears,
So make our joys increase.

3 Thy wonders to Thy servants show,
Make Thine own work complete;
Then shall our souls Thy glory know,
And own Thy love was great.

4 Then shall we shine before Thy throne
In all Thy beauty, Lord;
And the poor service we have done
Meet a divine reward.

Rev. Isaac Watts. 1719.

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2 Strangers on earth, we wait for Thee;
O leave the Father's throne,
Come with a shout of victory, Lord,

And claim us as Thine own.

3 O bid the bright archangel, now, The trump of God prepare,

To call Thy saints—the quick, the dead, To meet Thee in the air.

4 No resting place we seek on earth, No loveliness we see,

Our eye is on the royal crown,

Prepared for us and Thee.

5 There, near Thy heart, upon the throne,
Thy ransomed Bride shall see
What grace was in the bleeding Lamb,
Who died to make her free.

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4 What tongue can tell Thy crown prepared
To wreathe the martyr's head?
What voice Thy robe of white to clothe
His limbs with torture red?

5 Vouchsafe us, Lord, if such Thy will,
Clear skies and seasons calm:

If not, the martyr's cross to bear,
And win the martyr's palm.

Unknown Author of the 8th century.
Tr. by Bp. Richard Mant. (1776-1848.) 1837. ab.

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"Te læta, mundi Conditor."

1 MAKER of earth, to Thee alone Perpetual rest belongs;

To Thee bright choirs around Thy throne
Pour forth their endless songs.

2 But we, as sinless now no more,
Are doomed to toil and pain;
Yet exiles on a foreign shore
May sing the heavenly strain.

3 Father, whose promise binds Thee still To make the captive free,

Grant us to mourn the deeds of ill
That banish us from Thee.

4 And, mourning, grant us faith to rest
Upon Thy love and care;

Till Thou restore us with the blest,
The joys of heaven to share.

5 O God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost,

To Thee be praise, Great Three in One, From Thy created host.

Prof. Charles Coffin. (1676-1749.) 1736. Tr. by Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818-1866.) 1863.

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