Solid mountains melt like wax;
What will then become of thee?

4 Who his advent may abide ?
You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide

When the world is wrap'd in flame ?
5 Then the rich, the great, the wise,
Trembling, guilty, self-condemn'd,
Must behold the wrathful eyes

Of the Judge they once blasphem❜d.
6 Where are now their haughty looks?
Oh, their horror and despair!

When they see the open'd books,
And their dreadful sentence hear!
7 Lord, prepare us by thy grace!
Soon we must resign our breath;
And our souls be call'd to pass
Through the iron gate of death.
8 Let us now our day improve,
Listen to the gospel voice;
Seek the things that are above;
Scorn the world's pretended joys.

HYMN 369. L. M.

Sinners and Saints, in the Wreck of Nature. Isaiah xxiv. 18-20.

OW great, how terrible that God,

He frowns-earth, sea, all nature's frame,
Sink in one universal flame.

2 Where now, O where shall sinners seek,.
For shelter in the general wreck !
Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown?
See rocks like snow dissolving down.

3 In vain for mercy now they cry;
In lakes of liquid fire they lie ;
There on the flaming billows tost,
For ever-Oh! for ever lost!

4 But saints undaunted and serene,
With calmness view the dreadful scene;
Their Saviour lives, the worlds expire,
And earth and skies dissolve in fire.
5 Jesus, the helpless creature's friend,
To thee my all I dare commend;
Thou canst preserve my feeble soul,
When lightnings blaze from pole to pole.

HYMN 370. L. M.

The Day of the Lord.

HARK! from the sky, the trump proclaims,

Jesus the Judge approaching nigh!

See the creation wrapt in flames,
First kindled by his vengeful eye!

2 When thus the mountains melt like wax;
When earth, and air, and sea shall burn;
When all the frame of nature shakes;
Poor sinner, whither wilt thou turn >

3 The puny works, which feeble men
Now boast or covet, or admire;
Their pomp, and arts, and treasures, then
Shall perish in one common fire.

4 Lord, fix our hearts and hopes above!
Since all below to ruin tends;

Here may we trust, obey and love,
And there be found among thy friends.

HYMN 371. C. M.

Thunder, or the Day of Judgment.

W Has darken'd all the air;

HEN once a black o'erspreading cloud

And peals of thunder, roaring loud,
Proclaim the tempest near;

2 Then guilt and fear, the fruits of sin,
The sinner oft pursue;

A louder storm is heard within,

And conscience thunders too.

3 But whither, sinners, will ye flee,
When nature's mighty frame,
The pond'rous earth, and air, and sea,
Shall all dissolve in flame?

4 Amazing day! it comes apace
The Judge is hast'ning down!
Can ye then bear to see his face,
Or stand before his frown?

5 Lord, let thy mercy find a way
To touch each stubborn heart;
That they may never hear thee say,
"Ye cursed ones, depart."

HYMN 372. L. M.

The Books opened. Rev. xx. 12. ETHINKS the last great day is come,

Meets thear the trumpet sound,

That shakes the earth, rends ev'ry tomb,
And wakes the pris'ners under ground.
2 The mighty deep gives up her trust,
Aw'd by the Judge's high command;
Both small and great now quit their dust,
And round the dread tribunal stand.

3 Behold the awful books diplay'd,
Big with th' important fates of men ;
Each deed and word now public made,
As wrote by heav'n's unerring pen.
4 To ev'ry soul, the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward;
Sinners in vain lament and pine,
No plea the Judge will here regard.
5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold,
May life's fair book my soul approve!
There may I read my name enroll'd,
And triumph in redeeming love!

HYMN 373. S. M.

The final Sentence and Misery of the Wicked.
Matt. xxv. 41.

A

ND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise?

And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

2 And from his righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound; And through the num'rous, guilty throng, Spread black despair around;

3 "Depart from me, accurs'd,
To everlasting flame,
For rebel angels, first prepar'd,
Where mercy never came.'
4 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day!
When earth and heav'n, before his face,
Astonish'd shrink away!

5 But ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead;

Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!
6 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.
7 So shall that curse remove,
By which the Saviour bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.

HYMN 374. C. M.

The final Sentence, and Happiness of the Righteous. Matt. xxv. 34.

ATTEND, my ear, my heart rejoice,

While Jesus from his throne,

Before the bright angelic hosts,
Makes his last sentence known.
2 When sinners, cursed from his face,
To raging flames are driv'n;
His voice, with melody divine,
Thus calls his saints to heav'n :
3"Bless'd of my Father, all draw near,
Receive the great reward;
And rise, with raptures, to possess
The kingdom love prepar’d.

4"Ere earth's foundations first were laid,
His sov'reign purpose wrought,

And rear'd those palaces divine,
To which you now are brought.

5"There shall you reign unnumber'd years, Protected by my pow'r;

While sin and death, and pains, and cares,
Shall vex your souls no more.