If once he drive you from his face, What sinner can his wrath endure? 6 Dear Savior, ere that day draw nigh, PSALM 50. Part 2. L. M. Hypocrisy exposed. 1 THE Lord, the Judge, with warning voice, 2 Dissemblers dare to 'invoke his name, And sooth and flatter sinners vile. 3 They watch to do their neighbors wrong, And scarce of death or judgment think. 6 O! dreadful day! tremendous hour! When God to judge the world draws near, How will his wrath their souls devour, And no deliverer dare to 'appear. PSALM 50. To a new tune. The day of judgment. THE trumpet sounds, and from the 'archangel's mouth, The dreadful blast pervades the north and south; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Thro distant worlds and regions of the dead; No more shall atheists mock his long delay, His vengeance sleeps no more, behold the day! 2 The Judge descends: the winds their rage let fly, Tempests and fire attend him down the sky; His throne is fixt; heaven, earth and hell draw near, To hear his justice, and their doom to hear; But gather first my saints,the Judge commands, Go,bring them, angels,from their distant lands. 3 True to my will, the grace at first reveal'd, Was with the blood of its testator seal'd, And sign'd with all their names, the Greek and Jew, Who paid the former worship or the new, There's no distinction, all are heirs above, All are my sons, and all shall share my love. 4 Behold your King; Immanuel is my name, Behold the Judge, ye heavens aloud proclaim; Sinners draw near, who first on earth revil'd The man of sorrows and the virgin's child; Depart-accurst, ye hypocrites, retire, And go with Satan down to 'eternal fire. 5 Not for the want of goats and bullocks slain, I now condemn you, bulls and goats are vain; Without the fire of love, in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed. 6 If I were hungry, yet my powerful hand Could a supply without your aid command; Can I be flatter'd by your cringing bows, Your solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Charms it mine eyes your vestments to behold, Glaring in gems and gaily wrought in gold? 7 Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? In words thou didst my righteous law applaud, But life belied thee and expos'd the fraud, In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. 8 Long did I wait, I felt my pity move, But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God the righteous would indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now! my thunders roll, And thine own crimes affright thy guilty soul. EPIPHONEMA. 9 Sinners, awake betimes, ye fools be wise, Awake before this dreadful morning rise, Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend; PSALM 50. To the old proper tune. I THEtrumpet sounds, and from the 'archangel's mouth, The dreadful blast pervades the north andsouth; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Thro distant worlds and regions of the dead, The Judge appears, hell trembles, heaven rejoices Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 2 With awful power the winds their sage let fly, Tempest and fire attend him down the sky, Escorting angels shout his name aloud, And men astonish'd view the flying cloud. Behold he comes, his banners wide displaying, "Fall on us, mountains" hear the guilty praying. 3 His throne is fixt; heaven, earth and hell draw near, To hear his justice and their doom to hear; "But gather first my saints, the Judge commands, Go, bring them, angels, from their distant lands, Let none be left of all that happy number, Who live on earth, or dead in Jesus slumber." 4 True to my will, the grace at first reveal'd, Was with the blood of its testator seal'd, And sign'd with all their names, the Greek and Jew, Who paid the former worship or the new; There's no distinction here, for thro my merit Shall all the heirs of heaven a crown inherit. 5 My sons and daughters now shall heir my love, Mansions of bliss await the saints above, Once for their sakes did I their Savior bleed, I bore their sins and bought them for my seed. Ye blest, redeem'd from everlasting burning, Rejoice and sing, your Savior is returning. PAUSE FIRST. 6 Behold your King: Immanuel is my name, N 7 In human form I was on earth revil'd, The man of sorrows and the virgin's child, Behold the man who wears the immortal scar, The God behold and tremble at my bar! 'Twas you, who pierc'd me and defi'd my thunder, But now my wrath shall tear your souls asunder. 8 Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer and profane, Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat'nings vain, Thou hypocrite, once drest in saint's attire, All is the Lord's, I rule the wide creation, PAUSE SECOND. 12 Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? |