g And earth and hell shall know, and fear
His justice and their doom.

d 5 'But gather all my saints,' he cries,
'Who made their peace with God
'By the Redeemer's sacrifice,

"And seal'd it with his blood.

6 "Their faith and works, brought forth to light, 'Shall make the world confess 'My sentence of reward is right; "And heaven adore my grace."

C. M. 2nd Part. York. [*]

V. 10, 11, 14, 15, 23. Obedience is better than Sacrifice. HUS saith the Lord, "The spacious fields, 'And flocks and herds are mine;

'O'er all the cattle of the hills

'I claim a right divine.

2 'I ask no sheep for sacrifice,
'Nor bullocks burnt with fire;
'To hope and love, to pray and praise,
'Is all that I require.

3 'Call upon me when trouble's near,
'My hand shall set thee free;
"Then shall thy thankful lips declare
"The honours due to me.

4 'The man who offers humble praise,
'He glorifies me best:

And those who tread my holy ways,
'Shall my salvation taste."]

C. M. 3rd Part. Reading. [b]

V. 1, 5, 8, 16, 21, 22. The Judgment of Hypocrites.

"W

WHEN Christ to judgment shall descend,
And saints surround their Lord;

He'll call the nations to attend,

And hear his awful word.

d 2 'Not for the want of bullocks slain, "Will I the world reprove:

'Altars and rites, and forms are vain, 'Without the fire of love.

3 ' And what have hypocrites to do, "To bring their sacrifice?

'They call my statutes just and true, 'But deal in theft and lies.

4 'Could you expect to 'scape my sight, 'And sin without control?

'But I shall bring your crimes to light, 'With anguish in your soul.'

e 5 Consider, ye that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear;

a If once you fall beneath his sword,
There's no deliverer there.]

L. M. Geneva. Babylon. [b]
Hypocrisy exposed.

1 THE Lord, the Judge, his churches warns, Let hypocrites attend and fear,

Who place their hope in rites and forms,
But make not faith nor love their care.
d 2 Wretches! they dare rehearse his name,
With lips of falsehood and deceit ;

A friend or brother they defame,
And sooth and flatter those they hate.
-3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong,
Yet dare to seek their Maker's face;
They take his cov'nant on their tongue,
But break his laws, abuse his grace.
4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean,
Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood;
By night they practise every sin,
By day their mouths draw near to God.
5 And while his judgments long delay,
They grow secure, and sin the more;
They think he sleeps as well as they,
And put far off the dreadful hour.

e 6 O dreadful hour, when God draws near,
And sets their crimes before their eyes!
His wrath their guilty souls shall tear,
And no deliverer dare to rise.

1 [

P. M. 1st Part. Walworth. [*]

The Last Judgment.

[THE HE Lord, the sovereign, sends his sum

mons forth,

Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Through distant worlds, and regions of the dead:

No more shall Atheists mock his long delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day!
2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh;
Tempests and fire attend him down the sky:
Heaven, earth, and hell draw near; let all things come,
To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom:
But gather first my saints, (the Judge commands,)
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.
3 Behold my cov'nant stands for ever good,
Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood; [Jew,
And sign'd with all their names, the Greek, the
That paid the ancient worship, or the new:
There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones,
And near me seat my fav'rites, and my sons.
4 I, their almighty Saviour, and their God,
I am their Judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad
My just eternal sentence, and declare

Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear:
Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire ;
I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.
5 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 off'rings, that were mine before:
Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed,
Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed.
6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?
When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock's blood?
Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,
Thy solemn chatt'rings, and fantastic vows?
Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold,
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?

7 Unthinking wretch! how could'st 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:
In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends.
8 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 God, the righteous, would indulge thy sin?
Behold my terrours now, my thunders roll,
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.

9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;
Awake before this dreadful morning rise: [amend;
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend:
Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near.]
P. M. 2nd Part. Walworth. [*]

1

THE

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 cov'nant stands for ever good,
'Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood,
'And sign'd 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 fav'rites and my sons:

Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd 'Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward.' When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation

6 ['I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God; "I am the Judge: ye heavens, proclaim abroad My just, eternal sentence, and declare

6 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 threat'nings vain: "Thou hypocrite, once drest 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 off'rings, 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, [feed,' 'Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they All is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation : Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation.] 10 Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? 'Are my eyes charm'd 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 ['În vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, 'Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends: 'While the false flatt'rer at my altar waits, 'His harden'd soul divine instruction hates.' God is the Judge of hearts: no fair disguises Can screen the guilty, when his vengeance rises.]