294 959. XLI. THE LAST JUDGMENT. T. 585. DAY of judgment! day of wonders! Hark, the trumpet's awful sound, Shakes the vast creation round: Will the sinner's heart confound! Shall from his throne give men And change things transitory: And heaven and earth dissolved. 2. The wakening trumpet all shall hear, 2. See the Judge our nature wear-The dead shall then be raised, ing, Cloth'd in majesty divine; Own me on that day as thine. 3. At his call the dead awaken, What will then become of thee? 4. Then to all who have confessed, Shall my love and glory know." When the world is in a blaze. $60.* J. Newton. T. 132. "T IS sure that awful time will come, When Christ, the Lord of glory, And 'fore the judgment-seat ap 6. O Jesus, shorten the delay, Produce a new creation; Thy praise for ever: Amen. B. Ringwald. 961. T. 581 or 83. HARK, the trump of God is And the archangel's voice on high; 4. Now all tears are wip'd away; 66 2. Now the song of all the saved, Every eye shall see his wounds: 3. Every island, sea, and mountain, Hear the trump proclaim his day; 4. All who love him, view his glory, Happy mourners, :||: 5. See redemption, long expected, Saviour, now thy kingdom comes, Ere long I know he shall appear 2. Then, tho' the worms my flesh devour, And make my corpse their prey, 3. Then his own hand shall wipe the From every weeping eye; (tears And pains, and groans, and griefs, Shall cease eternally: (and fears, How long, dear Saviour, O how long, Shall this bright hour delay? 964. Watts. T. 14. 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 yet while pardon may be found, Thy mercy I've not sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought,3. That thou, O Lord, wilt stand In majesty severe, (disclos'd And sit in judgment on my soul: How then shall I appear? 4. But thou declarest in thy word, That sinners who to thee, While here they live, repenting Shall live eternally. (turn, 967.* Z. T. 205. ARE you form'd a creature new, Cleans'd by Jesus' precious blood? Can you Christ in spirit view, Rise, to meet the Bridegroom go, Reconcil'd by him to God? Mingle with the virgin-row; Have you oil, you need not fear, Tho' this moment he appear. 2. Rise, go forth to meet the Lamb, Slumber not 'midst worldly care; Let your lamps be all on flame, For his coming now prepare: Then whene'er you hear the cry, ‘Lo, the Bridegroom draweth nigh,' You will not confounded be, But can meet him cheerfully. 3. Let us walk the narrow way, Watchful, cheerful, free from toil, Trim our lamps from day to day, Adding still recruits of oil: XLII. 970. THE CHURCH TRIUMPHANT. (bride For ever is enthron'd; 2. Jerusalem, the church above, In cheerful songs of praise unite, 3. Deliver'd from this mortal clay, We shall with Christ in lasting day 971. J. Swertner. T. 14. Bless'd seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. 4. Why should I shrink from pain and woe, And feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. 5. Apostles, martyrs, prophets there Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below, Will join the glorious band. 6. Jerusalem, my happy home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see. T. 97. 972.* HOW greatly doth my soul rejoice, That, by my faithful Shepherd's choice, My name is certainly enroll'd Among the sheep of his blest fold: May I by nothing e'er be drawn aside, (bride. But be a happy member of his 2. My faith victorious now doth rise Above all earthly vanities, And hath Jerusalem full in view, That holy city, fair and new; Thro' faith in Christ I am God's child and heir, (dom share. And shall the glories of his king 3. Theu all old things will pass away, And a new scene itself display; We wait for thee, Immanuel, Come soon, thy majesty reveal; Our voices then in higher strains shall raise 973. T. 205. Rise, my soul, and haste away mourn, to JESUS' life of grief and sorrows, Christ's our life, hence death is gain. 2. On his precious death and merit All our hopes are safely built; We rejoice in his salvation, Freed from sin's condemning gui't; Sing his triumphs, :||: G. Arnold. T was for us his blood was spilt. A joyful Hallelujah to thy praise. |