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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.
Fills his majestic throne,
Bears the last judgment down.
When earth and seas are fled,
With blessings on my head!
The stars shall pale their feeble light. 2 The Lord shall come !_but not the same
As once in lowliness he came;
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.
O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
Oh, how shall I appear!
And mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought ;3 When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe,
Oh, how shall I appear!
Let mercy set me free;
My heart takes hold of thee. 5 For never shall my soul despair
Thy mercy to procure,
Since thy beloved Son has died
C. P. M. 443
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 ?
Though vilest of them all;
When thou for them shalt call ? 3 O Lord, prevent it by thy graceBe thou my only hiding-place,
In this, th’ accepted day;
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;
With shouts of sovereign grace.
And must the dead arise ?
His all-discerning eyes?
2 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,
Astonished, shrink away? 3 But ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead;
What joyful tidings spread! 4 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
And find salvation there.
Banishment from God intolerable.
Th’appointed hour makes haste,
And pass the solemn test.
Thou Sovereign of my heart-
Pronounce the word—“ Depart!" 3 Oh! wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,
I must not taste his love.
Is graven on thy hands ;
Where my salvation stands.
S. M. 446
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.
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Around “the second death?" 5 Thou God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun;
The Sinner's Doom anticipateda
Sinner—where wilt thou appear?
When draws near the judgment day,