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The Judgment described. 3 Oh! may we thus be found,
Obedient to his word;
And looking for our Lord :
A lot among the blest,
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 !
See the almighty Jesus crown'd!
And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending on liis azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own;
And hail him their triumphant Lord. 4 Shout, all the people of the sky,
And all the saints of the Most High:
HYMN 155. L.M.
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.
And on that ruin'd world look down :
A worm of earth, I cry;
A sinner born to die.
Or shuts me up in hell.
Eternal things impress:
And wake to righteousness.
The Day of Vengeance.
4 Before me place, in dread array,
When thou with clouds shalt come
To meet a joyful doom?
Eternal bliss to insure;
And to the end endure.
And reign with thee above
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.
And face the Judge severe?
Oh! where shall I appear?
We may a place provide;
Of hell, our spirits hide.
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.
Once for favour'd sinners slain :
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Still his dazzling body bears ;
With what rapture
High on thy eternal throne !
HYMN 159. 6-8's.
The Harvest of the World.
And angels shout the harvest home.
The Christian Pilgrim.
3 To love my sins-a saint to appear :
To grow with wheat-and be a tare;
But soon, &c.
Their Father's kingdom then shall see;
HYMN 160. 4-8's & 2 6's.
The Christian Pilgrim
From worldly hope and fear!
He only sojourns here.
From every creature love:
And seeks the things above.
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,