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6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye

Shall shed its mildest rays,
And the long silent dust shall burst

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?
? Lo! I behold the scatter'd shades!

The dawn of heav'n appears:
The sweet, immortal morning spreads

Its blushes round the spheres.
3 I hear the voice, “ye dead, arise,”

And lo! the graves obey;
And waking saints with joyful eyes

Salute th expected day.
4 They leave the dust, and on the wing

Ríse to the mid-way air;
In shining garments meet their King,

And bow before him there.
5 ) inay our humble spirits stand

Among them cloth'd in white! The meanest place at his right hand

Is infinite delight.

JUDGMENT.

P. M. 731. Judgment. Rev. i. 7. vi. 14–17. xxii, 17

20. i LO:

O! He comes, with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain:

Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:

Hallelujah,
Jesus now shall ever reign!
2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him

Rób'd in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at naught and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,

Deeply wailing,
Shall the great Messiah see!
S Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain,

Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day:

Come to judgment! Come to judgment! come away! 4 Now redemption, long expected,

See in solemn pomp appear!
All his saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet him in the air!

Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear!
5 Answer thine own Bride and Spirit,

Hasten, Lord, the general doom!
The new hear'n and earth t’inherit,
Take thy pining exiles home:

All creation Travails, groans, and bids thee come! 6 Yea! Amen! let all adore thee,

High on thine exalted throne;
Saviour! take the pow'r and glory;
Claim the kingdoms for thine own!

O come quickly!
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come!

P. M. 732.

The Day of Judgment. DAY of judgment,--day of wonders Hark the trumpet's awful sound,

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Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!

How the summons
Will the sinner's heart confound!
& See the Judge our nature wearing,

Cloth'd in majesty divine!
Ye who long for his

appearing:
Then shall say, 'This God is mine!**

Gracious Saviour!
Own me in that day for thine!
S At his call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea:
All the pow'rs of nature, shaken,
By his looks prepare to flee:

Careless sinner!
What will then become of įhee!
| Horrors, past imagination,

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!
Swiftly God's great day approaches,
Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise!

May we triumph,
When the world is in a blaze!

L. M. 933.

Judgment. Isaiah xxiv. 18–2). Wło shakes creation with his nod!

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He frowns, and earth's foundations shake,

And all the wheels of nature break,
2 Where now, O where shall sinners seek

For shelter in the gen'ral wreck?
Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown?

See rocks, like snow, dissolving down! 3 In vain for mercy now they cry;

In lakes of liquid fire they lie;
There on the flaming billows tost,

For ever, 0, for ever lost!
& But saints, undaunted and serene,

Your eyes shall view the dreadful scene;
Your Saviour lives, the worlds expire;

And earth and skies dissolve in fire. 5 Jesus, the helpless sinner's friend,

To thee my all I dare commend;
Thou canst preserve my feeble soul,
When lightnings blaze from pole to pole.

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;
Both small and great now quit their dust,

And round the dread tribunal stand, 3 Behold the awful books display'd,

Big with th' important fates of men!
Each word and deed now public made,

Written by heaven's unerring pen. * To ev'ry soul the books assign

The joyous or the dread reward;
Sinners in vain lament and pine:
No pleas the Judge will herc regard.

5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold,

May life's fair book my soul approres
There may I read my name enroll'd,
And triumph in redeeming love.

P. M. 735.

Judgment. Jude 14, 15.
'Lo, he comes, array'd in rengeance;

Riding down the heavenly road:
Floods of fury roll before him
Who can meet an angry God?

Tremble, sinners,
Who can staud before his rod?
2 Lo, he comes in glory shining:

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,'
Rattling like a peal of thunder,
Thro' each guilty rebel's heart!

Lost for ever,
Hope and sinners here must part!
Still they hear the awful sentence;

Hell resounds the dreadful roar;
\Vhile their heartstrings twine with anguish,
Trembling on the burning shore!!

Justice seals its
Down they sink to rise no more!
5 How they shrink, with horror viewing

Hell's deep caverns op'ning wide!
Guilty thoughts, like ghosts pursuing,
Plunge them down the rolling tide!

Now consider,
Ye who scorn the Lamb that died!
& Hark! ten thousand harps resounding!
Form'd in bright and grand array:
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