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If once he drive you from his face,

What sinner can his wrath endure? 6 Dear Savior, ere that day draw nigh,

Pronounce my numerous sins sorgiven; Prepare me for a seat on high,

Nor let me from thy face be driven..

PSALM 50. Part 2. L. M.

Hypocrisy exposed. 1 THE Lord, the Judge, with warning voice,

Reproves the men in heart unjust, Who make not faith and love their choice,

But in their formal worship trust. 2 Dissemblers dare to 'invoke his name,

With hearts surcharg'd with guilt and guile; A friend or brother they defame,

And sooth and flatter sinners vile. 3 They watch to do their neighbors wrong,

Yet dare to 'approach Jehovah's face, And while Immanuel is their

song, They trample on his offer'd grace. 4 To heaven they lift their impious hands,

And seek his blessing on their knees, Then rise and break his just commands,

Nor think that God their Maker sees. 5 And while his judgments long delay,

They slumber on the 'eternal brink, Suppose he sleeps as well as they,

And scarce of death or judgment think. 6 O! dreadful day! tremendous hour!

When God to judge the world draws near, How will bis wrath-their souls devour,

And no deliverer dare to 'appear.

let fly,

PSALM 50. To a new tune.

The day of judgment. I 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 TheJudge descends: the windstheir

rage Tempests and fire attend hiin down the sky; His thione 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 reveald,

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. ; 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; Awhile the Lamb in patience may forbear, But Judah's Lion must the guilty tear. PSALM 50. To the old proper tune.

The day of judgment. I THEtrumpet sounds, and from the 'archangel's

mouth, The dreadful blast pervades the north andsouth; From east to west the sounding orders spread,

Tbro 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 com

mands, 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 reveald,

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,

Behold the Judge, ye heavens aloud proclaim!
Come, ye who nail'd me to the shameful trees

Draw near and your rejected Savior see:
Exalted now what sinner will deride me,
Or find in heaven or earth a God beside me.

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7 In human form I was on earth revild,

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 yoù, 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,

Depart, accurst, to dwell with endless fire. Judgment proceeds,hell trembles,heaven rejoices, Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 9 “Not for the want of goats and bullocks slain,

I now condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain; Without the fire of love, in vain the store

Of brutal offerings that were mine before. Mine is the world; all nature shall adore me, While sinners tremble saints rejoice before me. 10 If I were hungry, yet my powerful hand

Could a supply without thine aid command; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds and fields and forests where they

feed; All is the Lord's, I rule the wide creation, Give sinners vengeance and the saints salvation. 11 Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,

Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Charms it mine eyes thy vestments to behold,

Glaring in gems and gaily wrought in gold? God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises, Can screen the

guilty when his vengeance rise .

PAUSE SECOND.

12 Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to

please A God, a spirit, with such toys as these?

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