Let those pond'rous orbs descend
And grind us into dust;

Let this earth dissolve and blend

In death the wicked and the just.

2 Rests secure the righteous man; At his Redeemer's beck,

Sure to emerge and rise again

And mount above the wreck; Lo! the heavenly spirit towers, Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre; Triumphs in immortal powers,

And claps his wings of fire.

3 Nothing hath the just to lose,
By worlds on worlds destroyed;
Far beneath his feet he views
With smiles the flaming void;
Sees this universe renewed-

The grand millennial reign begun;
Shouts with all the sons of God
Around the eternal throne.

4 Resting in this glorious hope To be at last restored, Yield we now our bodies up

To earthquake, plague, or sword; Listening for the call divine,

The latest trumpet of the seven, Soon our soul and form shall join, And both fly up to heaven.

WESLEY

XIII. JUDGMENT.

DAY

279.

AY of judgment, day of wonders,
of
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round:
How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!

2 See the Judge our nature wearing, Clothed in majesty divine!

III. 5.

You who long for His appearing,
Then shall say, "This God is mine!"

Gracious Saviour

Own me in that day for Thine.

3 At His call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea; All the powers of nature shaken, At His call prepare to flee:

Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee?

THO

280.

HOU Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe,

With holy joy, or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear;

NEWTON.

S. M.

Our souls by grace prepare

For that tremendous day,

And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray.

2 To pray

and wait the hour,

That awful hour unknown,

When, robed in majesty and power,
Thou shalt from heaven come down,
Th' immortal Son of Man,

To judge the human race,
With all Thy Father's dazzling train,
With all Thy glorious grace.

3 To damp our earthly joys,

T' increase our gracious fears,
Forever let the archangel's voice
Be sounding in our ears
The solemn midnight cry,

"Ye dead, the Judge is come! Arise, and meet Him in the sky, And meet your instant doom!" 4 Oh! may we thus be found Obedient to Thy word, Attentive to the trumpet's sound, And looking for our Lord!

Oh! may we all insure

A lot among the blest;

And watch a moment to secure

An everlasting rest.

SEE

281.

EE the eternal Judge descending,
Seated on His father's throne;
Now, O sinner! now lamenting,
Stand and hear thy awful doom,
Trumpets call thee,

Stand and hear thy awful doom.

WESLEY.

III. 5.

2 Yonder sits my slighted Saviour,
With the marks of dying love;
Oh! that I had sought His favor,
When I felt the Spirit move!
Lost forever,

For I have against Him strove.
3 All His warnings I have slighted,
While He daily sought my soul;
If my vows to Him I plighted,
Yet for sin I broke them all,
Golden moments!

How neglected did they roll!

282.

REED.

C. M.

THAT awful day will surely come,
Th' appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart,
How could I bear to hear Thy voice
Pronounce the sound, "Depart !"

3 What, to be banished for my life
And yet forbid to die!
To linger in eternal pain,
Yet death forever fly!

4 O wretched state of deep despair!
To see my God remove,

And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste His love!

5 Oh! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on Thy hands;

Show me some promise in Thy book,

salvation stands.

WATTS

283.

The Midnight Cry. Matt. 25: 6.

YE with all the dead awake,

VE virgin souls, arise,

Unto salvation wise,

II.4.

Oil in your vessels take: Upstarting at the midnight cry, Behold your heavenly bridegroom nigh!

2 He comes, He comes, to call The nations to his bar,

And take to glory all

Who meet for glory are:

Make ready for your free reward,
Go forth with joy to meet

3 Ye that have here received
The unction from above,
And in His spirit lived,

your Lord.

And thirsted for His love;
Jesus shall claim you for His bride-
Rejoice with all the sanctified.

Rejoice in glorious hope

Of that great day unknown,
When you shall be caught up,
To stand before His throne;
Called to partake the marriage feast,
And lean on our Immanuel's breast.

5 May we, too, wait to hear

The trumpet's welcome sound!
To see our Lord appear,

May we be watching found!
Enrobed in righteousness divine,
In which the bride shall ever shine.

WESLEY.