294 A 959. XLI. THE LAST JUDGMENT. T. 585. | Shall from his throne give men DAY of judgment! day of won ders! Hark, the trumpet's awful sound, Shakes the vast creation round: Will the sinner's heart confound! their doom, And change things transitory: When all things are consum'd by 2. See the Judge our nature wear- The dead shall then be raised, ing, Own me on that day as thine. 3. At his call the dead awaken, Careless sinner, :||: What will then become of thee? . Then to all who have confessed, Shall my love and glory know." When the world is in a blaze. J. Newton. And 'fore the judgment-seat ap pear, On the right and left hand placed: 3. Woe, then, to him that hath de- Then, how confounded will he 4. When all with awe shall stand around To hear their doom allotted, death Hast purchas'd my salvation. 5. Before thou shalt as Judge ap- 6. O Jesus, shorten the delay, King, Come, change our mournful notes, to sing Thy praise for ever: Amen. B. Ringwald. 961. T. 581 or 83. HARK, the trump of God is heard, And the archangel's voice on high; 2. His blest people, still on earth, 4. Now all tears are wip'd away; 5. In the hope of all this joy, 2. Now the song of all the saved, "Worthy is the Lamb," resounds; Now resplendent shine his nailprints, Every eye shall see his wounds: 3. Every island, sea, and mountain, 4. All who love him, view his glory, Saviour, now thy kingdom comes. Ere long I know he shall appear 2. Then, tho' the worms my flesh devour, And make my corpse their prey, 3. Then his own hand shall wipe the From every weeping eye; (tears And pains, and groans, and griefs, Shall cease eternally: (and fears, How long, dear Saviour, O how long, Shall this bright hour delay? 964. Watts. T. 14. WHEN rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, Oh, how shall I appear? 2. If yet while pardon may be found, Thy mercy I've not sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought,3. That thou, O Lord, wilt stand In majesty severe, (disclos'd And sit in judgment on my soul: How then shall I appear? 4. But thou declarest in thy word, That sinners who to thee, While here they live, repenting Shall live eternally. (turn, 967.* Z. T. 205. ARE you form'd a creature new, Cleans'd by Jesus' precious blood? Can you Christ in spirit view, Rise, to meet the Bridegroom go, Reconcil'd by him to God? Mingle with the virgin-row; Have you oil, you need not fear, Tho' this moment he appear. 2. Rise, go forth to meet the Lamb, Slumber not 'midst worldly care; Let For his coming now prepare: your lamps be all on flame, Then whene'er you hear the cry, Lo, the Bridegroom draweth nigh,' You will not confounded be, But can meet him cheerfully. | 3. Let us walk the narrow way, Watchful, cheerful, free from toil, Trim our lamps from day to day, Adding still recruits of oil: T. 159. MOUNT Zion, where the Lamb of Who for our sins aton'd, (God, And bought us by his precious blood, (bride For ever is enthron'd; Where his redeem'd and chosen Thro' endless ages shall reside; Is here thro' faith in Jesus' name Our joy and final aim. 2. Jerusalem, the church above, Now triumphs over death; And when we, perfected in love, Shall once resign our breath, We shall with all the saints in light In cheerful songs of praise unite, And with his chosen evermore His saving name adore. 3. Deliver'd from this mortal clay, From sorrow, sin, and pain, We shall with Christ in lasting day Lord Jesus, hear our fervent prayer, 971. J. Swertner. T. 14. JERUSALEM, my happy home! Name ever dear to me! (end, When shall my labours have an In joy, and peace, and thee? 2. When shall these eyes thy heavenbuilt walls And pearly gates behold? And feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. 5. Apostles, martyrs, prophets there Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below, Will join the glorious band. 6. Jerusalem, my happy home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see. 972.* T. 97. HOW greatly doth my soul rejoice, That, by my faithful Shepherd's choice, My name is certainly enroll'd Among the sheep of his blest fold: May I by nothing e'er be drawn aside, (bride. But be a happy member of his 2. My faith victorious now doth rise Above all earthly vanities, And hath Jerusalem full in view, That holy city, fair and new; Thro' faith in Christ I am God's child and heir, (dom share. And shall the glories of his king 3. Then all old things will pass away, shall raise A joyful Hallelujah to thy praise. G. Arnold. RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Now thy better portion trace; mourn, to |