1102 4th P. M. 886, 886. Tokens of the judgment a source of joy to the believer. OW happy are the little flock, Who, safe beneath their guardian-rock, When war's and tumult's waves run high, 2 The plague, and dearth, and din of war, To meet thee in the skies. 3 Thy tokens we with joy confess, 4 Whatever ills the world befall His chariot will not long delay; We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray, Triumphant Lord, appear. 1103 8th P. M. 87, 87, 47. We also shall appear with IFim in glory. LIFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus, Christ, to all believers precious, Of his heavenly kingdom near. 2 Sun and moon are both confounded, Shines the everlasting light. 3 See the stars from heaven falling; Rocks and mountains, from his eye! 4 With what diff'rent exclamation All with shouts cry out,-Tis He! 5 Lo! 'tis He! our hearts' Desire, Crowns of glory, to bestow. 1104 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. Signs of approaching judgment. IN the sun, and moon, and stars, 2 Soon shall ocean's hoary deep, 3 Dread alarms shall shake the proud, Shall the Judge of men appear. Your redemption draweth nigh. 1105 The second advent. L.-M. comes! He comes! the Judge severe! The seventh trumpet speaks him near; His lightnings flash, his thunders roll; How welcome to the faithful soul! 2 From heaven angelic voices sound: See the almighty Jesus crown'd: Girt with omnipotence and grace, And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending on his great white throne, He claims the kingdoms for his own; The kingdoms all obey his word, And hail him their triumphant Lord. 4 Shout, all the people of the sky, And all the saints of the most High; Our Lord, who now his right obtains, Forever and forever reigns. 1106 Secrets of the heart made known. C. M. AND must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day For every vain and idle thought, 2 Yes, every secret of my heart 3 How careful then ought 1 to live; Who such a strict account must give 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, So shall I to my ways take heed,- 5 If now thou standest at the door, And make my peace with God, before 1107 Prepare us fr that day. BEHOLD! with awful pomp The Judge prepares to come; S. M. The' archangel sounds the dreadful trump, 2 Nature, in wild amaze, 3 The living look with dread; 4 Horrors all hearts appal; They quake, they shriek, they cry: Great God, in whom we live, 1108 The solemn midnight cry. THOU S. M. OU Judge of quick and dead, With holy joy or guilty dread, 2. To pray, and wait the hour, To judge the human race, 3 To damp our earthly joys, Ye dead, the Judge is come; 4 O may we all be found O may we thus ensure A lot among the blest; And watch a moment to secure |