See the glorious armies rising, Heaven before them Opens an eternal day. P. M. 736. Judgment. Matt. xxiv. 32. xxv. 31. ~40 ILO, he comes, the King of glory, With his chosen tribes to reign; 2 See the rocks and mountains rending, "Come to judgment," 3 Hear the chief among ten thousand, But how awful is the sentence, 5 Jesus, save a trembling sinner, While thy wrath o'er sinners roll: In this gen'ral wreck of nature, Jesus, save me, Jesus save me, when the light 737. 1 P. M. Luke xiii. 28 SEE th' Eternal Judge descending- View him seated on his throne! Now, poor sinner, now lamenting, Stand and hear thy awful doom Trumpets call thee! Stand and hear thy awful doom. Greatly mourning, 3 "Yonder sits my slighted Saviour, When I felt his Spirit move.' Now, despisers, look and wonder! Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart!" ETERNITY. 1. HAPPINESS OF THE RIGHTEOUS. (518.) C. M. 738. The heavenly Canaan. 1 THERE is a land of pure delight, Infinite day excludes the night, 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-with'ring flow'rs: Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heav'nly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, 4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink, 5 O! could we make our doubts remove, 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 739. 1 EA C. M. The everlasting Song. ARTH has engross'd my love too long! Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, 2 There the blest man, my Saviour, sits; On all the happy minds. 3 Seraphs, with elevated strains, And move and charm the starry plains Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs: Jesus, the life of both our joys, 5 Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue. 6 I would begin the music here, 7 There ye that love my Saviour, sit, C. M. 740. The Glory of Christ in Heaven. 2 Sweet majesty and awful love And all the glorious ranks above 3 Archangels sound his lofty praise 4 This is the man, th' exalted man But when our eyes behold his face, 5 Lord, how our souls are all on fire Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise 6 And whilst our faith enjoys this sight View of Heaven. 1 WHEN faith beholds the saints above, And hears their strains of Jesus' love; I fain would fly to join their lays, 2 But can my soul such bliss obtain, 3 If heaven be mine, 'tis all of grace, 4 There, ye that love my Saviour, sit, (510.) C. M. 742. The delights of heaven inconceivable. OR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, What joys the Father has prepar❜l 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord 3 Pure are the joys above the sky, |