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JUDGMENT.

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Awful Glory of the Judgment. GREAT God! what do I see and hear!

The end of things created! Behold the Judge of man appear,

On clouds of glory seated! The trumpet sounds the graves restore The dead which they contained before !

Prepare, my soul, to meet him.

C. M. 440

Christ's Second coming.
SEE! where the great incarnate God

Fills his majestic throne,
While from the skies his awful voice

Bears the last judgment down.
2 Oh may I stand before the Lamb,

When earth and seas are fled,
And hear the Judge pronounce my name

With blessings on my head!

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L. M.
THE Lord shall come !-the earth shall

quake,
The mountains to their centre shake,
And, withering from the vault of night,

The stars shall pale their feeble light. 2 The Lord shall come !_but not the same

As once in lowliness he came;
A silent Lamb, before his foes-
A weary man—and full of woes.

3 The Lord shall come !-a dreadful form,

With rainbow-crown, and robes of storm; On cherub-wings, and wings of wind,

Appointed Judge of all mankind. 4 Can this be he, who wont to stray

A pilgrim on the world's highway, Oppressed by power, and mocked by pride,

The Nazarene?—the crucified ? 5 While sinners in despair shall call,

“Rocks, hide us—mountains, on us fall!" The saints, ascending from the tomb, Shall joyful sing—“The Lord is come !"

C. M. 442

The Judgment anticipated.
WHEN, rising from the bed of death,

O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face-

Oh, how shall I appear!
2 If now, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought ;3 When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe,
And sit în judgment on my soul,

Oh, how shall I appear!
4 Then see my sorrows, gracious Lord;

Let mercy set me free;
While, in the confidence of prayer,

My heart takes hold of thee. 5 For never shall my soul despair

Thy mercy to procure,

Since thy beloved Son has died
To make that mercy sure !

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The Judgment anticipated. WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt To fetch thy ransomed people home, [come

Shall I among them stand ? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die,

Be found at thy right hand ?
2 I love to meet thy people now,
Before thy feet with them to bow,

Though vilest of them all;
But-can I bear the piercing thought
What if my name should be left out,

When thou for them shalt call ? 3 O Lord, prevent it by thy graceBe thou my only hiding-place,

In this, th’ accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, oh let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,

Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 Among thy saints let me be found, Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound,

To see thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring

With shouts of sovereign grace.
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AND will the Judge descend ?

And must the dead arise ?
And not a single soul escape

His all-discerning eyes?

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2 How will my heart endure

The terrors of that day,
When earth and heaven, before his face,

Astonished, shrink away? 3 But ere the trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead;
Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound

What joyful tidings spread! 4 Ye sinners, seek his grace,

Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Flee to the shelter of his cross,

And find salvation there.

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445

Banishment from God intolerable.
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 word—“ Depart!" 3 Oh! wretched state of deep despair,

To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where

I must not taste his love.
4 Oh! tell me that my worthless name

Is graven on thy hands ;
Show me some promise in thy book,

Where my salvation stands.

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Reward and Punishment. OH where shall rest be found

Rest for the weary soul ? "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,

Or pierce to either pole! 2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh; Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears,

There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years ;

And all that life is love.
4 There is a death, whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh! what eternal horrors hang

Around “the second death?" 5 Thou God of truth and grace!

Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banished from thy face,

Forevermore undone.

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The Sinner's Doom anticipateda
WHEN thy mortal life is fled,
When the death-shades o'er thee spread-
Thou hast finished earth's career-

Sinner—where wilt thou appear?
2 When the world has passed away,

When draws near the judgment day,
When the awful trump shall sound-
Say-oh where wilt thou be found?

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