2 Will it relieve their horrors there, To recollect their stations here; How much they heard, how much they knew, For soon the reaping time, &c. 3 Oh! this will aggravate their case, And soon, &c. 4 We seem alike when thus we meet; And soon, &c. 5 The tares are spar'd for various ends; But soon, &c. 6 But though they grow so tall and strong, For soon, &c. 7 Most awful thought, and is it so, For soon the reaping time, &c HYMN 157. P. M. 1 SEE the et sal Judge descending, Seated on his Father's throne: Stand and hear thy awful doom. Greatly mourning, That he ne'er was born again. For I have against him strove. How neglected did they roll! 5 There I see my godly neighbours, Dismal gulf I'm bound for thee. 7 Now experience plainly shows me, Now I see my friends in glory, Round the throne they ever sing- With an everlasting sting. HYMN 158. P. M. THE fields are all white, the harvest is nekle The Angels all with their sharp sickles appear; To reap down the wheat and gather it in barns; While the wild plants of nature are left for to burn. 2 Come then, O my soul meditate on that day, When all things in nature shall cease and decay; When the trumpet shall sound, the angels appear. To reap down the earth, both the wheat and the tare. 3 Then hear the sad wailing ascend to the sky, Of those in distress that have no where to fly; On the rocks and the mountains they anxiously call, Their souls and their sins to o'erwhelm by their fall. 4 But 'twill all be in vain, the mountains will flee, The rocks fly like hailstones, and shall no more be; The earth it shall shake- the seas shall retire, And the works of creation shall all be on fire. 5 But hear the great Judge, in that dread alarm, Saying, gather my saints, bring them all to my arms, That the seven last plagues may be poured out on those, Who have blasphem'd my name, and my saints who oppose. 6 Then O, wretched sinners, look up and espy, The glorious Redeemer descend from the sky, In a chariot of fire to the earth he is bound, With a guard of bright angels attending around. 7 Come hither ye nations, your sentence receive, No longer my spirit shall strive and be griev'd: My sentence is right, my judgment is just, Come hither ye blest but depart all ye curst. 8 O sinners take warning, and seek ye the Lord, I have not been jesting, 'tis Jesus' own word, That those who believe, in glory shail stand, Whi' all unbelievers are sure to be damn'd. 9 Now farewen, I leave you to ponder your way, May the Lord seal instruction from what I now say; 1 That our souls to God's throne may be pour'd ou in pray'r, And we be prepar'd to meet Christ in the air. HYMN 159. P. M. Leve comes the Judge severe, O! we see the sign appearing, Hell is trembling, earth is quaking- Stand your awful doom to hear. Sinners now for succour cry. Glory to the Lamb they cry. 4 Stop, my soul, look back and wonder, I In the lake of hell confined. HYMN 160. P. M. ON'T you see my Jesus coming? 3 Don't you see the saints ascending? Shouts of triumph bursting round you, 5 Come backsliders, though you've pierc'd him If you will to him return. 6 Now behold each loving spirit, Shout the praise of his dear name; CHRISTMAS. HYMN 161. L. M. 'HALL the best morn when the great Mediator Down from the mansions of glory descends; Shepherds go worship the Babe in the manger, Lo! for his guard the bright angels attends. Kindest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid; Star in the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid. 2 Cold on his cradle, the dew drops are shining, Low lies his head with the beasts of the stal Angels adore him, in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour, and ALL. 3 Say, shall we yield him a costly devotion, Ödours of Eden, or offering divine. Gems from the mountains and pearls from the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine. 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, All these can never his favour secure; Richer by far is the heart's adoration, Dearest to God, are the prayers of the poor |