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Your hymns of victory sing;
Their ever-living King.
And heav'nly guards around;
The trumpet shakes the ground.
And, lo! the graves obey;
Salute the happy day.
Rise to the midway air;
And glorify Him there. 15
6-7's. Our debt to Christ. 2 Cor. v, 14, 15. Rev. vi, 15-17; xiv, 2, 3. 1 WHEN this passing world is done; When has sunk yon shining sun; While we stand with Christ in glory, Looking o'er life's finished story;
Then, Lord, shall I fully knowNot till then-how much I owe. 2 When I hear the wicked call
On the rocks and hills to fall;
Dress'd in garments not my own;
4 When the praise of heav'n I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
5 Chosen, not for good in me;
Waken'd up from wrath to flee;
P. M. The terrors of the Judgment-day.
Matt. xxiv, 30, 31. Luke xxi, 25-27. 1 Day of wrath! oh! day of mourning!
See once more the Christ returning
Heav'n and earth in ashes burning! 20h! what fear man's bosom rendeth,
When from heav'n the Judge descendeth,
On whose sentence all dependeth ! 3 Wondrous sounds the trumpet flingeth,
Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth,
All before the throne it bringeth! 4 Lo! the book exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded !
Thence shall judgment be awarded.] 5[King, of majesty tremendous !
Who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity! then befriend us. 6 Faint and weary, Thou hast sought me,
On the cross of suffering bought me:
Shall such grace be vainly brought me? 7 Thou the sinful woman savedst;
Thou the dying thief forgavest;
Spare, O God, in mercy spare us!
6-8's. Christ our rest.
Isa. xxvi, 3, 4. Luke vii, 34.
And magnify thy grace divine!
That would his heart to Thee resign;
That pants to reach the promis'd rest.
In perfect peace, whose minds shall be
Completely stay'd, dear Lord, on Thee: How calm their state, how truly blest,
Who trust on Thee, the promis'd Rest! 3 Bid the tempestuous rage of sin,
With all its wrathful fury, die;
And turn my sorrows into joy:
in Advent. 18
149th. The terrors of the Judgment-day. Eccles. xii, 14. Matt. xxv. 31-33. Rev. xx, 12. 1 JEHOVAH hath spoken! the nations shall
hear; From the east to the west shall his glory
appear; With thunders and tempest to judgment He'll
come; And all men before Him shall wait for their
doom. 2 Thou formal professor! thou saint but in
name! Where now wilt thou cover thy guilt and thy
shame, When thy sin long conceal'd shall be blazon'd
abroad, And thy conscience shall echo the sentence
of God? 3 Woe, woe to the sinners! to what shall they In the day of God's vengeance, the holy and
just! How meet all the terrors that flame in his
path, When the mountains shall melt at the glance
of his wrath?