Let this earth dissolve, and blend
In death the wicked and the just;
Let those pond'rous orbs descend,
And grind us into dust.

2 Rests secure the righteous man!
At his Redeemer's beck,
Sure t' emerge and rise again,

And mount above the wreck:
Lo! the heavenly spirit towers,
Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre,
Triumphs in immortal powers,

And claps his wings of fire!

3 Nothing hath the just to lose,

By worlds on worlds destroy'd;
Far beneath his feet he views
With smiles the flaming void;
Sees this universe renew'd,

The grand millennial reign begun ;
Shouts with all the sons of God
Around th' eternal throne!

4 Resting in this glorious hope,
To be at last restor❜d,
Yield we now our bodies up,

To earthquake, plague, or sword :
List'ning for the call divine,

The latest trumpet of the seven,
Soon our souls and dust shall join,
And both fly up to heaven.

Old Windsor.] HYMN 577. C. M.

1

ND must I be to judgment brought,
And answer in that day,

For every vain and idle thought,
And every word I say?

2 Yes, every secret of my heart
Shall shortly be made known,

And I receive my just desert
For all that I have done.

3 How careful then ought I to live!
With what religious fear,

Who such a strict account must give
For my behaviour here!

4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead,
The watchful power bestow;
So shall I to my ways take heed,
To all I speak or do.

5 If now thou standest at the door,
O let me feel thee near!

And make my peace with God, before
I at thy bar appear.

Old Hundred.] HYMN 578. L. M.

NHE great archangel's trump shall sound,

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.

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 unmov'd 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. 6 By faith we now transcend the skies, And on that ruin'd world look down: By love above all height we rise, And share the everlasting throne.

St. Anns.] HYMN 579. C. M.

TH

HAT awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test.

2 Jesus thou source of all my joys, Thou ruler of my heart,

How could I bear to hear thy voice, Pronounce the sound, "depart !'' 3 The thunder of that awful word, Would so torment my ear, "Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear.

4 What, to be banish'd from my Lord, And yet forbid to die!

To linger in eternal pain,

And death for ever fly!

5 O wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,

And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love!

Kershaw.] HYMN 580. P. M.

IFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
Partners in his patience here:

Christ to all believers precious,
Lord of lords, shall soon appear:

Mark the tokens

Of his heavenly kingdom near.

2 Hear all nature's groans proclaiming
Nature's swift approaching doom!
War, and pestilence, and famine,
Signify the wrath to come;
Cleaves the centre,
Nations rush into the tomb.

3 Close behind the tribulation
Of these last tremendous days;
See the flaming Revelation!
See the universal blaze!
Earth and heaven

Melt before the Judge's face!
4 Sun and moon are both confounded,
Darken'd into endless night,
When with angel-hosts surrounded,
In his Father's glory bright,
Beams the Saviour,
Shines the everlasting light.

5 See the stars from heaven falling;
Hark, on earth the doleful cry;
Men on rocks and mountains calling,
While the frowning Judge draws nigh,
Hide us, hide us,

Rocks and mountains, from his eye!
6 With what different exclamation
Shall the saints his banner see!
By the monuments of his passion,
By the marks received for me!
All discern Him,

All with shouts cry out-""Tis He!" "Lo! 'tis He! our hearts' desire, Come for his espous'd below; Come to join us with his choir, Come to make our joys o'erflow: Palms of victory,

Crowns of glory to bestow."

8 Yes, the prize shall soon be given;
We his open face shall see :
Love, the earnest of our heaven,
Love our full reward shall be,
Love shall crown us,
Kings through all eternity!

Old Windsor.] HYMN 581. C. M.

1

W or dread the Almighty's frown;

to the men on earth who dwell,

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 phial on the air.

3 Lo! from their seats the mountains leap: The mountains are not found; Transported far into the deep,

And in the ocean drown'd.

4 Who then shall live, and face the throne, And face the Judge severe ?

When heaven and earth are fled and gone, O where shall I appear?

5 Now, only now, against that hour,
We may a place provide;

Beyond the grave, beyond the power
Of hell, our spirits hide.

6 Firm in the all-destroying shock,
May view the final scene;

For, lo! the everlasting Rock
Is cleft to take us in!

Pensford.] HYMN 582. 7's & 6's.

1

ESUS, faithful to his word,