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H Y M N LXXXIII.
THE Lord Jehovah reigns,
And Royal State maintains, His Head with awful Glories crown'd,
Array'd in Robes of Light,
Begirt with sovereign Might, And rays of Majesty around.
Upheld by thy Commands,
The World securely stands,
Thy Throne was fix'd on high,
Let Floods and Nations Rage,
And all their Pow'rs engage,
The terrors of thy Frown
Shall beat their Madness down, Thy Throne for ever ftands on high,
THE God of Gloryfends his Summons forth, · Calls the South Nations, and awakes the
(North, From East to Weft the fou'reign Order's spread, Thro' distant Worlds, and regions of the Dead. The Trumpet founds; Hell trembles ; Heaven re
[ joices, Lift up your Heads ye Saints, with chearful Voices.
Sinners, awake betimes ; ye Fools be wise, Awake, before the dreadful Morning rise ; Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked
(Ways amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your
Friend : Then join, ye Saints, 'wake every chearful Patron, When Christ returns, he comes for your Salvation.
A sight of God mortifies us to the World.
TTP to the Fields where Angels lie,
U And living Waters gently roll;
O might we once mount up and fee The Glories of th' eternal Skies; What little things these Worlds would be ? How despicable to our Eyes ! Great All in all, Eternal King, Let us but view thy lovely Face : And all our Pow'rs shall bow and fing Thine endless Grandeur and thy Grace,
Right King of Glory, dreadful God,
Our Spirits bow before thy Frown,