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The evening is advancing,
And darker night is near:
The Bridegroom is arising,

And soon will He draw nigh.
Up! pray and watch and wrestle:
At midnight comes the cry.

See that your lamps are burning,
Replenish them with oil;
Look now for your salvation,
The end of earthly toil.
The watchers on the mountain

Proclaim the Bridegroom near:

Go meet Him as He cometh,
With Hallelujahs clear!

Ye wise and holy virgins,

Now raise your voices higher,

Until, in songs of triumph,

They meet the angel-choir.
The marriage-feast is waiting,
The gates wide open stand;
Up! up! ye heirs of glory:
The Bridegroom is at hand!

Ye saints who here in patience
Your cross and sufferings bore,
Shall live and reign for ever,

When sorrow is no more.

LO! HE COMES WITH CLOUDS.

Around the throne of glory,

The Lamb ye shall behold;
In triumph cast before Him
Your diadems of gold!

There flourish palms of victory;

There radiant garments are;
There stands the peaceful harvest,
Beyond the reach of war.

There, after stormy winter,
The flowers of earth arise,
And from the grave's long slumber
Shall meet again our eyes.

Our Hope and Expectation,
O Jesus! now appear;
Arise, Thou Sun, so longed for,
O'er this benighted sphere!
With hearts and hands uplifted,
We plead, O Lord! to see
The day of our redemption,
That brings us unto Thee!

LO! HE COMES WITH CLOUDS.

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By CHARLES WESLEY, 1758. This hymn, the English Dies Ira, was originally part second of a hymn in three parts, entitled "Thy Kingdom come," published in Wesley's Hymns of Intercession for all Mankind, 1758. A somewhat similar hymn, in the same metre, was published by the Rev. JOHN CENNICK (first a Methodist then A Moravian, d. 1755), in 1752, commencing, —

"Lo, He cometh! countless trumpets
Blow before the bloody sign."

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In 1760, the Rev. MARTIN MADAN amalgamated, with some alterations, these hymnz of Wesley and Cennick, adopting the first, second, and fourth stanzas of Wesley, the third and fifth stanzas of Cennick, and substituting one of his own for the third of Wesley. About 1758, THOMAS OLIVERS Composed, in the same metre, a judgmenthymn of twenty stanzas, to which he afterwards added sixteen more. Sir ROUNDELL PALMER, NOS. XC. and XCI., gives Madan's compilation (six stanzas), and eleven out of the thirty-six stanzas of Olivers. I prefer the original form of Wesley. There is much confusion about the text and authorship of these hymns. Compare the note of ROGERS, Lyra Brit., p. 675.

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O! He comes with clouds descending,

Once for favored sinners slain !

Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train :

Hallelujah!

God appears on earth to reign!

Every eye shall now behold Him
Robed in dreadful majesty ;

Those who set at nought and sold Him,
Pierced, and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.1

1 After this, MADAN inserts two stanzas from Cennick, with some variations, as follows:

"Every island, sea, and mountain,

Heaven and earth, shall flee away;
All who hate Him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day:
Come to judgment !

Come to judgment, come away!

CENNICK, orig.: "Stand before the Son of Man."]

"Now redemption, long expected,

See in solemn pomp appear!
All His saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air.

LO! HE COMES WITH CLOUDS.

The dear tokens of His passion

Still His dazzling body bears,
Cause of endless exultation

To His ransomed worshippers;
With what rapture

Gaze we on those glorious scars!

Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne!
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for Thine own:
Jah, Jehovah !1
Everlasting God, come down!

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Hallelujah!

See the day of God appear !"

[CENNICK: "Now the promised kingdom's come."]

Then follows, in MADAN'S compilation, a stanza which seems to be his own:

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PALMER adopted this alteration; but, in the other stanzas, he retained the original readings of Wesley.

DAY OF JUDGMENT!

JOHN NEWTON, 1725-1807 (Olney Hymns, No. 77). Likewise on the basis of the Dies Ira.

AY of judgment! Day of wonders!

DAY

Hark, the trumpet's awful sound,

Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!

How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!

See the Judge, our nature wearing,
Clothed in majesty Divine!

You, who long for His appearing,
Then shall say, "This God is mine."
Gracious Saviour,

Own me in that day for Thine.

At His call the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the powers of nature, shaken
By His looks, prepare to flee.
Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee?

Horrors past imagination

Will surprise your trembling heart,

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