Behold my terrors now, my thunders roll, 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend; Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend. Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near.] 1 P. M. SECOND PART. THE Walworth. [*] The last Judgment. HE God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Through distant worlds, and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day: Behold the Judge descend; his guards are nigh; Tempests and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heaven, earth, and hell draw near-Let all things come, "To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom! "But gather first my saints," the Judge commands; "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands." When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. 4 "Behold, my covenant stands forever good, "Sealed by the eternal sacrifice in blood, "And signed with all their names ;-the Greek, the Jew, "Who paid the ancient worship, or the new." There's no distinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints; for heaven rejoices. 5 "Here," saith the Lord, “ye angels, spread their thrones, "And near me seat my favorites and my sons: "Come, my redeemed, possess the joys prepared "Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward.' When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. PAUSE THE FIRST. Landaff. 6 ["I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God; Ian the Judge: Ye heavens, proclaim abroad "My just eternal sentence, and declare "Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear." When God appears, all nature shall adore him, While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.] 7 "Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane, "Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vain "Thou hypocrite, once dressed in saint's attire"I doom the painted hypocrite to fire." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 ["Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain, Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain, "Without the flames of love: in vain the store "Of brutal offerings, that were mine before." Earth is the Lord's; all nature shall adore him: While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 9 "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? "When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock's blood? "Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed, "Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed." All is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation : Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation.] 10 "Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, "Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? "Are my eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, "Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?” God is the Judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty, when his vengeance rises. PAUSE THE SECOND. 11 "Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please "A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? "While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue "Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong. Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 ["In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, "Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. "While the false flatterer at my altar waits, "His hardened soul divine instruction hates." God is the Judge of hearts: no fair disguises Can screen the guilty, when his vengeance rises.] 13 "Silent I waited, with long-suffering love: "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious thought within, "That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?" See, God appears! all nature joins t'adore him: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. 14 ["Behold my terrors now: my thunders roll, "And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul: "Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear "Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near." Judgment concludes; hell trembles! heaven rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.] EPIPHONEMA. 15 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise! Awake, before this dreadful morning rise. Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend; Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend. Then join, ye saints; wake every cheerful passion: When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. PSALM 51.L.M. 1ST PT. Carthage. Geneva.[b] e Are not thy mercies large and free? -2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass 3 O wash my soul from every sin, e 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, e 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, -Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, • Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. L. M. SECOND PART. Armley. Geneva. [b] Original and actual Sin confessed. 1 LORD, I am vile, conceived in sin, And born unholy and unclean; 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, 3 [Great God, create my heart anew, d 4 Behold, I fall before thy face; No outward forms can make me clean; 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, -6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone Thy blood can make me white as snow; .7 [While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace L. M. THIRD PART. Gloucester. Bath. [*1 The Penitent restored. 10 crimes before thee THOU, who hear'st when sinners cry, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from thy book. -2 Create my nature pure within, e 4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, And let a wretch come near thy throne, -5 A broken heart, my God, my King, o The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice.] p 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just, Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemned to die. -7 Then will I teach the world thy ways, Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; o I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pardoning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue! o Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness. C. M. FIRST PART. Bangor. [b] Sin confessed and pardoned. LORD, I would spread my sore distress, And guilt, before thine eyes; e Against thy laws, against thy grace, 2 Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell, Heaven would approve thy vengeance well, And earth must own it just. -3 I from the stock of Adam came, Unholy and unclean; All my original is shame, |