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The Judgment described. 3 Oh! may we thus be found,

Obedient to his 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. C. WESLEY.

HYMN 154. L.M.

The Judgment described. He comes! he comes ! the Judge severe ! The seventh trumpet speaks him near : His lightnings fash, his thunders roll;

How welcome to the faithful soul !
2 From heaven angelic voices sound:

See the almighty Jesus crown'd!
Girt with omnipotence and grace,

And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending on liis azure throne,

He claims the kingdoms for his own;
The kingdoms all obey his word,

And hail him their triumphant Lord. 4 Shout, all the people of the sky,

And all the saints of the Most High:
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
For ever and for ever reigns. C. WESLEY,

HYMN 155. L.M.

The same.
The great archangel's trump shall sound,

While twice ten thousand thunders roar, Tear up the graves and cleave the ground,

And make the greedy sea restore, 2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead;

The earth no more her slain conceal: Sinners shall lift their guilty head.

And shrink to see a yawning hell.

A Prayer for Meetness.

3 But we who now our Lord confess,

And faithful to the end endure, Shall stand in Jesu's righteousness;

Stand, as the Rock of Ages, sure. 4 We, while the stars from heaven shall fall.

And mountains are on mountains hurl'd, Shall stand unmoved amidst them all,

And smile to see a burning world. 5 The earth, and all the works therein,

Dissolve, by raging flames destroy'd: While we survey the awful scene,

And mount above the fiery void.
6 By faith we now transcend the skies,

And on that ruin'd world look down :
By love, above all height we rise,
And share the everlasting throne.

HYMN 156. 4-8's & 2-6's.
A Prayer for Meetness against the Judgment

Thou God of glorious majesty,
To thee, against myself, to thee,

A worm of earth, I cry;
A half-awakened child of man;
An heir of endless bliss or pain,

A sinner born to die.
2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,

Secure, insensible:
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,

Or shuts me up in hell.
3 O God! my inmost soul convert
And deeply on my thoughtful heart,

Eternal things impress:
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,

And wake to righteousness.

The Day of Vengeance.

4 Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,

When thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,

To meet a joyful doom?
6 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry and fear,

Eternal bliss to insure;
Thy utmost council to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,

And to the end endure.
6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live

And reign with thee above
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love. c. WESLEY.

HYMN 157. C.M.

The Day of Vengeance. WoE to the men on earth who dwell,

Nor dread the Almighty's frown, When God doth all his wrath reveal,

And shower his judgments down. 2 Sinners, expect those heaviest showers :

To meet your God prepare: For, lo! the seventh angel pours

His vial on the air.
3 Who then shall live and see the throne,

And face the Judge severe?
When heaven and earth are fled and gone,

Oh! where shall I appear?
4 Now, only now, against that hour,

We may a place provide;
Beyond the grave, beyond the power

Of hell, our spirits hide.
5 Firm in the all-destroying shock,

May view the fatal scene; For, lo! the everlasting Rock Is cleft to take us in.


The Harvest of the World.

HYMN 158. P.M.

The Second Advent.
Lo! He comes with clouds descending,

Once for favour'd sinners slain :
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:

God appears on earth to reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold him,

Robed in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd and nailed him to the tree,

Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 The dear tokens of his passion

Still his dazzling body bears ;
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransom'd worshippers :

With what rapture
Gaze we on these glorious scars!
4 Yea! Amen! let all adore thee,

High on thy eternal throne !
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thy own:

Jah! Jehovah!
Everlasting God, come down! OLIVER.

HYMN 159. 6-8's.

The Harvest of the World.
This is the field-the world below,
In which the Sowers came to sow,-
Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares;
For so the word of truth declares;
And soon the reaping time will come,

And angels shout the harvest home.
2 Most awful truth !-and is it so?
Must all the world the harvest know?
Is every man the wheat or tare?
Then for the harvest, o prepare!
For soon, &c.

The Christian Pilgrim.

3 To love my sins-a saint to appear :

To grow with wheat-and be a tare;
May serve me whilst on earth below,
Where tares and wheat together grow-

But soon, &c.
4 But all who truly righteous be,

Their Father's kingdom then shall see;
Shine like the sun for ever there :
He that hath ears, then let him hear;
For soon, &c.



HYMN 160. 4-8's & 2 6's.

The Christian Pilgrim
How happy is the pilgrim's lot!
How free from every anxious thought,

From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell:

He only sojourns here.
2 This happiness in part is mine:
Already saved from low design,

From every creature love:
Blessed with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightened of its load,

And seeks the things above.
3 The things eternal I pursue;
A happiness, beyond the view

Of those who basely pant For things by nature felt and seen; Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean,

I neither have nor want. 4 Nothing on earth I call my own; A stranger to the world unknown,

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