The Lord passing by in Judgment.

5 Whatever ills the world befal,
A pledge of endless good we call;
A sign of Jesus near:

His chariot will not long delay;

We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,
Triumphant, Lord, appear;

6 Appear with clouds on Zion's hill,
The word and mystery to fulfil.
Thy confessors to approve:

Thy members on thy throne to place,
And stamp thy name on every face,
In glorious heavenly love.

HYMN 647.

L.M.

Praying that divine Judgments may be
sanctified.

On, let us our own works forsake,
Ourselves and all we have deny:
Thy condescending counsel take,
And come to thee pure gold to buy.
2 Oh, might we through thy grace attain
The faith thou never wilt reprove;
The faith that purges every stain,
The faith that always works by love.
3 Oh, might we see, in this our day,
The things belonging to our peace;
And timely meet thee in thy way
Of judgments, and our sins confess.
Thy fatherly corrections own;

With filial awe revere thy rod;
And turn with zealous haste, and run
Into the outstretch'd arms of God.

HYMN 648.

C. WESLEY.

L.M.

The Lord passing by in Judgment.
IT is the Lord!-Behold his hand
Outstretch'd with an afflictive rod;
And hark! a voice goes through the land,
"Be still, and know that I am God."

Humiliation before God.

2 Shall we, like guilty Adam, hide
In darkest shades our darker fears?
For who his coming may abide?

Or who shall stand when he appears?

3 No, let us throng around his seat;
No, let us meet him face to face;
Prostrate our spirits at his feet,
Confess our sins and sue for grace.
4 Who knows but God will hear our cries,
Turn swift destruction from our path,
Restrain his judgments, or chastise
In tender mercy, not in wrath?

5 He will, he will-for Jesus pleads;
Let heaven and earth his love record;
For us, for us, he intercedes;
Our help is nigh, it is the Lord.

Humiliation before God.

O GOD, thy righteousness we own;
Judgment is at thy house begun ;
With humble awe thy rod we hear,
And guilty in thy sight appear:
We cannot in thy judgment stand,
But sink beneath thy mighty hand.
2 Our mouth as in the dust we lay,
And still for mercy, mercy pray:
Unworthy to behold thy face,
Unfaithful stewards of thy grace;
Our sin and wickedness we own,
And deeply for acceptance groan.

3 We have not, Lord, thy gifts improved;
But basely from thy statutes roved;
And done thy loving grace despite,
And sinn'd against the clearest light;
Brought back thy agonizing pain,
And nail'd thee to the cross again.

4 Yet do not drive us from thy face,

A stiff-neck'd and hard-hearted race:

National Crimes and Judgments.

But oh, in tender mercy break
The iron sinew in our neck:

The softening power of love impart,
And melt the marble of our heart.

HYMN 650.

C. WESLEY.

L.M.

National Crimes and Judgments.
GREAT Framer of unbounded worlds,
And whom unbounded worlds adore';
Whose goodness all thy creatures share,
While nature trembles at thy power;

2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,
That wakes the winds and lifts the sea;
And man, who is the lord of earth,
Acts but the part assign'd by thee.

3 While suppliant crowds implore thy aid,
To thee we raise the humble cry;
Thy altar is the contrite heart;
Thy incense a repentant sigh.

4 But if injustice grind the poor,
Or avarice stain the sordid hand,
Or stern ambition thirst for blood,
Or rude oppression waste the land:
5 The God who hears the orphan's cry,
The martyr's prayer and prisoner's groan,
Still listening to the poor oppress'd,

Would spurn the oppressor from his throne. 6 Yet though enormous crimes abound, Should but a generous sorrow rise; And as new troubles threaten round, 'Midst wasting wars and angry skies;

7 Should Britain in her sober hour,

Confess thy hand, and bless the rod;
Thou still wouldst love to be her friend
Who loved to own thee as her God.

DYER.

God merciful to the distressed.

HYMN 651. L.M.

Pleading for our Country in Time of Danger.
GREAT God of heaven and nature, rise,
And hear our loud united cries;
See Britain bow before thy face,
Through all her coasts, and seek thy grace,"
2 No arm of flesh we make our trust;
Nor sword, nor horse, nor ships we boast;
Thine is the land, and thine the main:
Without thee, force and skill are vain.

3 Our guilt might draw thy vengeance down
On every shore, on every town;
But view us, Lord, with pitying eye,
And lay thy lifted thunder by.

4 Forgive the follies of our times,

And purge our land from all its crimes:
Reform'd and deck'd with grace divine,
Let princes, priests, and people shine.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 652. L.M.

God merciful to the distressed.
OUR Souls shall magnify the Lord,
In him our spirits shall rejoice;
Assembled here with sweet accord,

Our hearts shall praise him with our voice.

2 Since he regards our low estate,

And hears his servants when they pray,
We humbly plead at mercy's gate,
Where none are ever turn'd away.

3 The poor are his peculiar care;
To them his promises are sure;
His gifts the poor in spirit share;
Oh, may we always thus be poor.
4 God of our hope, to thee we bow;
Thou art our refuge in distress;
The Husband of the widow thou,
The Father of the fatherless.

Praise to the Trinity.

5 May we thy law of love fulfil,

To bear each other's burdens here;
Suffer and do thy righteous will;

And walk in all thy faith and fear.
6 Didst thou not give thy Son to die,
For our transgressions, in our stead?
And can thy goodness ought deny

To those for whom thy Son has bled?
7 Then may our union, here begun,
Endure for ever, firm and free;
At thy right hand may we be one;
One with each other, and with thee.

MONTGOMERY.

SECTION V.

DOXOLOGIES.

HYMN 653. 4-7's.
Praise to the Trinity.

GLORY to the Father give,
God in whom we move and live!
Glory to the Son we bring,
Christ, our Prophet, Priest, and King.

2 Glory to the Holy Ghost:
Be this day a Pentecost;
Glory in the highest be
To the blessed Trinity.

MONTGOMERY.

HYMN 654. 6-8's.

The same.

IMMORTAL honour, endless fame,
Ascribe to God the Father's name;
Let God the Son be glorified,

Who for lost man's redemption diel;
And equal adoration be,

O God the Spirit, paid to thee.

DRYDEN.