3 When Thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear!

4 Then, see my sorrows, gracious Lord!

Let mercy set me free,

While in the confidence of prayer
My heart takes hold of Thee.

5 For never shall my soul despair
Thy mercy to procure,

Since Thy beloved Son has died
To make that mercy sure.

593

S. M.

Joseph Addison, 1712.

AND will the Judge descend,

And must the dead arise,

And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

2 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,
When earth and heaven before His face
Astonished shrink away?

3 But ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,
Hark, from the Gospel's gentle voice
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.

Philip Doddridge, 1745.

594 W

C. P. M.

THEN 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 !

4 Among Thy saints let me be found,
Whene'er the Archangel's trump shall sound,

To see Thy smiling face;

Then loudest of the throng I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring

With shouts of sovereign grace.

Lady Huntington, 1764.

PSALM XCVII. L. M.

595 HE reigns; the Lord, the Saviour, reigns;

Praise Him in evangelic strains :

Let the whole earth in songs rejoice,
And distant islands join their voice.

2 Deep are His counsels and unknown,
But grace and truth support His throne,
Though gloomy clouds His way surround,
Justice is their eternal ground.

3 In robes of judgment, lo, He comes!

Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the tombs ; Before Him burns devouring fire;

The mountains melt, the seas retire.

4 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.
Isaac Watts, 1719.

596

FOR

7s & 6s.

OR thee, O dear, dear country,
Mine eyes their vigils keep;

For very love, beholding

Thy happy name, they weep.
The mention of thy glory

Is unction to the breast,

And medicine in sickness,

And love, and life, and rest.

2 O one, O only Mansion!
O Paradise of joy!

Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;
The Lamb is all thy splendor,
The Crucified thy praise;

His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise.

3 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean!
Thou hast no time, bright day!
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!
Upon the Rock of Ages

They raise thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,

And thine the golden dower.

4 O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country,

That eager hearts expect!
Jesu, in mercy bring us

To that dear land of rest;

Who art, with God the Father,

And Spirit, ever blest.

Bernard, 1150; translated by J. M. Neale.

597

F

C. M.

'AR from these narrow scenes of night Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight

Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 Fair distant land; could mortal eyes
But half its joys explore,"
How would our spirits long to rise
And dwell on earth no more!

3 There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns.

4 No cloud those blissful regions know,

Forever bright and fair

For sin, the source of mortal woe,

Can never enter there.

5 There no alternate night is known,
Nor sun's faint sickly ray;
But glory from the sacred throne
Spreads everlasting day.

6 The glorious Monarch there displays
His beams of wondrous grace ;
His happy subjects sing His praise,
And bow before His face.

7 O may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above!

8 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
For Thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise, and join
The chorus of the sky.

Anne Steele, 1760.

S. M.

598 FOREVER with the Lord!"

Amen; so let it be ;

Life from the dead is in that word;
"Tis immortality.

2 Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam:

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.