When you DAY OF JUDGMENT ! hear your condemnation : "Hence, accursed wretch, depart! Thou with Satan And his angels have thy part." Satan, who now tries to please you, Think, poor sinner, Thy eternal all's at stake. But to those who have confessèd, Loved, and served the Lord below, He will say, "Come near, ye blessed, See the kingdom I bestow. You for ever Shall My love and glory know." Under sorrows and reproaches, May this thought your courage raise: Swiftly God's great Day approaches, Sighs shall then be changed to praise; We shall triumph When the world is in a blaze. 389 THE LORD WILL COME. By Bishop REGINALD HEBER, D.D.; died in India, 1826. From his Poetical Works. London, 1854, p. 43. For Second Sunday in Advent. 'HE Lord will come! the earth shall quake, THE The hills their fixèd seat forsake; And, withering, from the vault of night The Lord will come! but not the same The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. The Lord will come! a dreadful form, Can this be He, who wont to stray Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain. JESUS, THY CHURCH. 391 JESUS, THY CHURCH. WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST, a clergyman of the Church of England; b. near Bristol, 1796; d. 1877. JESUS, Thy Church, with longing eyes, When will the promised light arise, E'en now, when tempests round us fall, Come, gracious Lord, our hearts renew, And crown Thy gospel with success. O come and reign o'er every land! All nations bow to Thy command, Yes, Thou wilt speedily appear; The thunder of Thy chariot wheels Teach us, in watchfulness and prayer, The triumphs of Thy conquering power. THE CHARIOT! THE CHARIOT! By Dr. H. H. MILMAN, Dean of St. Paul's; b. in London, 1791; d. 1868. THE HE chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll on fire, As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of His ire; Self-moving, it drives on its pathway of cloud, And the heavens with the burden of Godhead are bowed. The glory! the glory! By myriads are poured The trumpet! the trumpet! The dead have all heard. Lo! the depths of the stone-covered charnels are stirred; From the sea, from the land, from the south and the north, The vast generations of man are come forth! THE THRONE OF HIS GLORY! 393 The judgment! the judgment! The thrones are all set, Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met; All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, Oh, mercy! oh, mercy! look down from above, driven, May our sanctified souls find a mansion in heaven! THE THRONE OF HIS GLORY! "Then shall He sit upon the throne of His Glory." By Dr. W. A. MUHLENBERG, New York, 1839. THE HE Throne of His Glory!—as snow it is white, Upborne in the air by the legions of Light; And, startled to life by the trumpet's last sound, The hosts of the nations stand waiting around. The Throne of His Glory!-there lieth unsealed The Life-roll, the Death-roll, of names ne'er revealed, Now secret no longer: the millions divide To the right and the left, on the Throne's either side. |