4. See the Judge our nature wearing,
Pure, ineffable, divine:-
See the great Archangel bearing
High in heaven the mystic sign:
Cross of Glory!
Christ be in that moment mine!
5. Every eye shall then behold Him
Robed in awful majesty: :-
Those that set at naught, and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to a tree-
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see!
6. Lo! the last long separation!
As the cleaving crowds divide;
And one dread adjudication
Sends each soul to either side! .
Lord of mercy!
How shall I that day abide!
7. O, may Thine own Bride and Spirit
Then avert a dreadful doom-
And me summon to inherit
An eternal blissful home :-
Ah! come quickly!
Let Thy second Advent come!
8. Yea, Amen! Let all adore Thee
On Thine amaranthine throne!
Saviour-take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for Thine own!
Men and angels
Kneel and bow to Thee alone!
1. DAY of judgment, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round:
How the summons
Will the sinner's heart confound!
2. At His call, the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the powers of nature, shaken
By His looks, prepare to flee;
Careless sinner,
What will then become of thee?
3. But to those who have confessed,
Loved and served the Lord below,
He will
say, "Come near, ye blessed!
See the kingdom I bestow :
Shall my love and glory know."
1. SEE th' eternal Judge descending!
View Him seated on His throne!
Now, poor sinner, now lamenting,
Stand and hear thine awful doom:
Trumpets call thee,
Stand and hear thine awful doom.
2. Hear the cries he now is venting,
Filled with dread of fiercer pain;
While in anguish thus lamenting
That he ne'er was born again—
Greatly mourning
That he ne'er was born again.
3. "Yonder sits my slighted Saviour,
With the marks of dying love;
O that I had sought His favor
When I felt His Spirit move-
When I felt His Spirit move."
4. Now, despisers, look and wonder!
Hope and sinners here must part;
Louder than a peal of thunder,
Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart!"
Lost forever,
Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart!"
1. HEAR, O sinner! mercy hails you;
Now with sweetest voice she calls;
Bids you haste to seek the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls:
Hear, O sinner!
'Tis the voice of mercy calls.
2. See the storm of vengeance gathering
O'er the path you dare to tread!
Hark! the awful thunder rolling
Loud and louder o'er your head!
Turn, O sinner!
Lest the lightning strike you dead.
3. Haste, O sinner! to the Saviour;
Seek His mercy while you may;
Soon the day of grace is over;-
Soon your life will pass away;
Haste, O sinner!
You must perish if you stay.
1. HEAR the heralds of the Gospel
News from Zion's King proclaim:-
"To each rebel sinner pardon;
Free forgiveness in His name."
Oh, what mercy!
"Free forgiveness in His name."
2. Sinners, will you scorn the message
Sent in mercy from above?
Every sentence, O how tender!
Every line is full of love:
Listen to it;
Every line is full of love.
3. Tempted souls, they bring you succor;
Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;
And with news of consolation
Chase away the falling tears;
Tender heralds
Chase away the falling tears.
4. O, ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way;
Hasten to the court of heaven;
Tidings bear without delay;
Rebel sinners
Glad the message will obey.
1. FAIR shines the morning star,
The silver trumpets sound,
Their notes re-echoing far,
While dawns the day around:
Joy to the slave; the slave is free;
It is the year of jubilee.
2. Prisoners of hope, in gloom
And silence left to die,
With Christ's unfolding tomb,
Your portals open fly;
Rise with your Lord; He sets you free;
It is the year of jubilee.
3. Ye, who yourselves have sold
For debts to justice due,
Ransomed, but not with gold,
He gave Himself for you!
The blood of Christ hath made
It is the year of jubilee.
4. Captives of sin and shame,
O'er earth and ocean, hear
An angel's voice proclaim
The Lord's accepted year;
Let Jacob rise, be Israel free;
It is the year of jubilee.
1. BLOW ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly-solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners home.
2. Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by His blood,
Through all the lands proclaim.
The year, etc.
3. Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live.
The year, etc.
4. The Gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pardoning grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face.
The year, etc.
5. Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mourning souls, be glad.
1. DROOPING Souls, no longer mourn,
Jesus still is precious;
If to Him you now return,
Heaven will be propitious.
Jesus now is passing by,
Calling wanderers near Him;
Drooping souls, you need not die,
Go to Him and hear Him.
2. He has pardons, full and free,
Drooping souls to gladden;
Still He cries" Come unto me,
Weary, heavy laden."
Though your sins like mountains high,
Rise, and reach to heaven,
Soon as you on Him rely,
All shall be forgiven.
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