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XLI. THE LAST JUDGMENT.
959. T. 585. Shall from his throne give men
their doom, DAY of judgment! day of won. And change things transitory: ders!
This will strike dumb each imHark, the trumpet's awful sound,
(fire, Louder than a thousand thunders, When all things are consum'd by Shakes the vast creation round:
And heaven and earth dissolved. How the summons : 11: Will the sinner's heart confound ! 2. The wakening trumpet all shall
hear, 2. See the Judge our nature wear. The dead shall then be raised, ing,
And 'fore the judgment-seat apCloth'd in majesty divine; Ye who love the Lord's appearing, On the right and left hand placed:
pear, Then shall say, “ This God is mine:” Those in the body at that time Gracious Saviour, :||:
Shall, in a manner most sublime, Own me on that day as thine.
Endure a transmutation. 3. At his call the dead awaken,
3. Woe, then, to him that hath deRise to life from earth and sea;
God's word and revelation, (spis'd All the powers of nature shaken,
And here done nothing but devis'd At his call prepare to flee:
His lust's gratification; (stand, Careless sinner, :||:
Then, how confounded will he What will then become of thee'?
When he must go, at Christ's com4. Then to all who have confessed, To everlasting torment. (mand, Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below, He will say, “Come near ye blessed, 4. When all with awe shall stand
around See the kingdom I bestow: You for ever : Il:
To hear their doom allotted, Shall my love and glory know."
O may my worthless name be found
In the Lamb's book unblotted: 5. Under sorrows and reproaches Grant me that firm, unshaken faith, May this thought our courage raise, That thou, my Saviour, by thy Swiftly God's great day approaches, death Sighs will then be chang’d to praise: Hast purchas’d my salvation. We shall triumph : ll: When the world is in a blaze. 5. Before thou shalt as Judge ap
J. Newton. Plead as my Intercessor, (pear, 960.*
And on that awful day declare T. 132.
That I am thy confessor; 'TIS sure that awful time will Then bring me to that blessed place, come,
Where I shall see with open face When Christ, the Lord of glory, The glory of thy kingdom,
6. O Jesus, shorten the delay,
T. 585. And hasten thy salvation, That we may see that glorious day LO, he cometh! countless trumpets Produce a new creation;
appearance usher in: Lord Jesus, come, our Judge and 'Midst ten thousand saints and King,
angels Come, change our mournful notes,
See our Judge and Saviour shine: to sing
(slain! Thy praise for ever: Amen.
Welcome, welcome, Lamb
2. Now the song of all the saved, 961. T.581 or 83.
Worthy is the Lamb,” resounds;
Now resplendent shine his nailHARK, the trump of God is prints, heard,
Every eye shall see his wounds : And the archangel's voice on high; Great his glory; :11: Yea, the Lord himself descends
Every knee to him shall bow. With a shout that rends the sky; Lo, the bars of death are burst, 3. Every island, sea, and mountain, See, the dead in Christ rise first. Earth and heaven flee away;
All his enemies confounded 2. His blest people, still on earth, Hear the trump proclaim his day; In a moment chang'd, arise, (up, And with them, in clouds caught Stand before the Son of Man
Come to judgment, :11: Meet their Saviour in the skies; Fears and doubts are far remov'd, 4. All who love him, view his glory, Him they see whom here they lov’d. In his bright, once marred face: 3. See, this transient, mortal life
Jesus cometh; all his people Swallow'd up eternally:
Now their heads with gladness Death, O death, where is thy sting? Happy mourners, : 1: (raise: Where, () grave, thy victory?
Lo, on clouds he comes, he comes. Thanks to God, thro’ Christ we have
5. See redemption, long expected, Victory over death and grave. On that awful day appear; 4. Now all tears are wip'd away; All his people, once despised, Free from guilt, and fear, and pain, Joyful meet him in the air: All his ransom’d saints with him Hallelujah, :11: Kings and priests for ever reign: Saviour, now thy kingdom comes. Henceforth his unbounded grace
J.Cenpick. Is their theme of endless praise.
963. 5. In the hope of all this joy,
T. 590. Brethren, let us still be found, MY faith shall triumph o'er the Steadfast in the faith of Christ,
Ere long I know he shall appear 5. Grant then, that I may favour'd In power and glory great;
Full pardon to obtain, (be, And death, the last of all his foes, Since Jesus Christ, to save my soul, Lie vanquish'd at his feet.
Upon the cross was slain.
Addison. 2. Then, tho' the worms my flesh devour,
T. 151. And make my corpse their prey, WHEN conscious sinners tremble, I know I shall arise with power, To hear the trumpet's sound, On the last judgment-day; (earth, That bids the dead assemble When God shall stand upon the The judgment-seat around; Him these mine eyes shall see, O then among that number My flesh shall feel a second birth,
May we thy call obey, And ever with him be.
Who burst the bands of slumber 3. Then his own hand shall wipe the
To view a glorious day. From every weeping eye; (tears
966.* And pains, and groans, and griefs, Shall cease eternally: (and fears, JUDGE me now, my God and SaHow long, dear Saviour, o how viour, long,
Ev'n before the judgment-day; Shall this bright hour delay ? Then to me, a worm, thy favour Oh, hasten thy appearance, Lord,
Thro' eternity display. And bring the welcome day.
967.* 964. T. 14. ARE you formd a creature new, WHEN rising from the bed of Can you Christ in spirit view,
Cleans’d by Jesus' precious blood ? death, O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear, Rise, to meet the Bridegroom go,
Reconcil'd by him to God? I see my Maker face to face,
Mingle with the virgin-row; Oh, how shall I appear?
Have you oil, you need not fear, 2. If yet while pardon may be found, Tho' this moment he appear.
Thy mercy I've not sought, My heart with inward horror Slumber not ʼmidst worldly care;
2. Rise, go forth to meet the Lamb, shrinks, And trembles at the thought, - For his coming now prepare:
Let your lamps be all on flame, 3. That thou, O Lord, wilt stand Then whene'er you hear the cry,
In majesty severe, (disclos'd · Lo, the Bridegroom draweth nigh,' And sit in judgment on my soul : You will not confounded be,
How then shall I appear ? But can meet him cheerfully. 4. But thou declarest in thy word, | 3. Let us walk the narrow way,
That sinners who to thee, Watchful, cheerful, free from toil, While here they live, repenting Trim our lamps from day to day,
Shall live eternally. (turn, Adding still recruits of oil:
Doubly doth the Spirit rest The Bridegroom is at hand :
Sperlider. He is at hand. Louisa v. Hayn. 968.* T. B. p. 113.
969.* YE virgins, be Girt with alacrity;
LORD, for thy coming us preAt midnight cometh He:
pare, Cease all your mourning,
May we to meet thee without fear, The Lord will be returning :
At all times ready be:
In faith and love preserve us Him ye shall see In majesty.
O let us day and night be found 2. Now ready stand,
Waiting with joy to welcome thee. Yea, always ready stand,
XLII. THE CHURCH TRIUMPHANT.
970. T. 159. We shall with Christ in lasting day
True holiness obtain : MOUNT Zion, where the Lamb of Lord Jesus, hear our fervent prayer,
Who for our sins aton'd, (God, Us needy sinners all prepare, And bought us by his precious By faith in thee to end our race, blood,
And to behold thy face. For ever is enthron’d; (bride
J. Swertner. Where his redeem'd and chosen Thro' endless ages shall reside;
971. Is here thro' faith in Jesus' name Our joy and final aim.
JERUSALEM, my happy home!
Name ever dear to me! (end, 2. Jerusalem, the church above, When shall my labours have
Now triumphs over death ; In joy, and peace, and thee? And when we, perfected in love, Shall once resign our breath,
2. When shall these eyes thy heavenWe shall with all the saints in built walls light
And pearly gates behold ? In cheerful songs of praise unite, Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And with his chosen evermore
And streets of shining gold ? His saving name adore.
3. There happier bowers than 3. Deliver'd from this mortal clay, Eden's bloom,
From sorrow, sin, and pain, Nor sin nor sorrow know;
Bless'd seats! through rude and
T. 205. stormy scenes I onward press to you.
RISE, my soul, and stretch thy
wings, 4. Why should I shrink from pain Now thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things And feel at death dismay? Towards heaven, thy native place: I've Canaan's goodly land in view, Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
And realms of endless day. Time shall soon tbis earth remove; 5. Apostles, martyrs, prophets there Rise, my soul, and haste away Around my Saviour stand;
To the seats prepar'd above. And soon my friends in Christ | 2. Rivers to the ocean run, below,
Never stay in all their course; Will join the glorious band. Fire ascending seeks the sun; 6. Jerusalem, my happy home!
Both still speeding to their source: My soul still pants for thee;
So, a soul that's born of God, Then shall my labours have an end, Pants to view his glorious face; When I thy joys shall see.
Upward tends to his abode,
There to rest in his embrace. 972.* T. 97.
3. Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to HOW greatly doth my soul rejoice, mourn, That, by my faithful Shepherd's Press ye onward to the prize; choice,
Soon your Saviour will return, My name is certainly enroll'd All triumphant in the skies : Among the sheep of his blest fold : Yet a season, and we know, May I by nothing e'er be drawn Happy entrance will be giv'n; aside,
(bride. All our sorrows left below, But be a happy member of his All of earth exchang'd for heaven.
Cennick. (ad.) 2. My faith victorious now doth rise Above all earthly vanities,
T. 585. And hath Jerusalem full in view, That holy city, fair and new;
JESUS' life of grief and sorrows, Thro’ faith in Christ I am God's All his sufferings, death and pain,
child and heir, (dom share. Prove in life our consolation, And shall the glories of his king- And in death our joy remain;
Hallelujah, : 11: 3. Then all old things will pass away, Christ's our life, hence death is gain. And a new scene itself display; We wait for thee, Immanuel, 2. On his precious death and merit Come soon, thy majesty reveal; All our hopes are safely built; Our voices then in higher strains We rejoice in his salvation, shall raise
Freed from sin’s condemning guilt; A joyful Hallelujah to thy praise. Sing his triumphs, : 11:
G. Arnold. I 'T was for us his blood was spilt.