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6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye
Shall shed its mildest rays,
With shouts of endless praise. 730.
(495.) C. M.
The resurrection of the just. 1 How long shall death, the tyrant, reign,
And triumph o'er the just, While the rich blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust?
The dawn of heav'n appears:
Its blushes round the spheres.
And lo! the graves obey;
Salute th expected day.
Ríse to the mid-way air;
And bow before him there.
Among them cloth'd in white! The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.
P. M. 731. Judgment. Rev. i. 7. vi. 14–17. xxii, 17
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O! He comes, with clouds descending,
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Rób'd in dreadful majesty;
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
Come to judgment! Come to judgment! come away! 4 Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear!
Hasten, Lord, the general doom!
All creation Travails, groans, and bids thee come! 6 Yea! Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine exalted throne;
O come quickly!
P. M. 732.
The Day of Judgment. DAY of judgment,--day of wonders Hark the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
How the summons
Cloth'd in majesty divine!
Rise to life from earth and sea:
Will surprise your trembling heart, When you hear your condemnation, • Hence, accursed wretch, depart!
Thou with Satan And his angels hast thy part!' 5 But to those who have confessed,
Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below He will say, 'Come near, ye blessed! See the kingdom 1 bestow!
You for ever Shall my love and glory know. 6 Under sorrows and reproaches,
May this thought our courage raise!
May we triumph,
L. M. 933.
Judgment. Isaiah xxiv. 18–2). Wło shakes creation with his nod!
He frowns, and earth's foundations shake,
And all the wheels of nature break,
For shelter in the gen'ral wreck?
See rocks, like snow, dissolving down! 3 In vain for mercy now they cry;
In lakes of liquid fire they lie;
For ever, 0, for ever lost!
Your eyes shall view the dreadful scene;
And earth and skies dissolve in fire. 5 Jesus, the helpless sinner's friend,
To thee my all I dare commend;
L. M. 734.
Books opened. Rev. xx. 12. 1 METHINKS the last great day is come,
Methinks I hear the trumpet sound, That shakes the earth, rends ev'ry tomb,
And wakes the pris'ners under ground. 2 The nighty deep gives up her trust,
Aw'd by the Judge's high command;
And round the dread tribunal stand, 3 Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th' important fates of men!
Written by heaven's unerring pen. * To ev'ry soul the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward;
5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold,
May life's fair book my soul approres
P. M. 735.
Judgment. Jude 14, 15.
Riding down the heavenly road:
Saints, arise and meet your king! Glorious captain of salvation, Welcome, welcome, hear them sing!
Shouts of triumph Make the heavens with echoes ring! 3 Now despisers, look and wonder!
Hear the dreadful sound • depart,'
Lost for ever,
Hell resounds the dreadful roar;
Justice seals its
Hell's deep caverns op'ning wide!