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3. O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near, and like my God;
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
'Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
HYMN 498. L. M.
But, calm and cheerful, will resign
These dying, with’ring limbs of mine.
And erumble all my bones to dust:
At the revival of the just.
And usher in that glorious day.
HYMN 499. S. M.
This well-wrought frame decay??
Lie mould'ring in the clay!
And ever from the skies
"Till he shall bid me rise.
Shall all his servants shine;
Be heav'nly and divine.
To Jesus' dying love:
XXIX JUDGMENT AND END OF
HYMN 500. C. M. 1. HEAVIN has confirm’d the great decree One gen’ral ruin sweeps them down,
And low in dust they lie. 6. Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must quickly dwell. Hark, how the awful summons sounds
In ev'ry fun’ral knell !
The solemn purport weigh;
On that important day.
Must wake, the judge to see ; And ev'ry word, and ev'ry thought Must pass
My Saviour and my friend;
HYMN 501. L. M. 1. My waken'd soul,
extend thy wings Beyond the verge of mortal things; See this vain world in smoke decay,
And rocks and mountains melt away. 2. Behold the fiery deluge roll
Through heav'ns wide arch from pole to pole !
Tremble and fall, ye starry host. 3. The wreck of nature all around,
The angel's shout, the trumpet's sound,
Loud the descending Judge proclaim,
And echo his tremendous name.
With rev'rence round his awful bar;
To endless bliss or unknown wo.
Frequent through each returning day ;
HYMN 502. c. M.
The great decisive day,
Shall bear thee far away.
And, lo, the Judge appears.
And sink, ye darken'd stars.
One precious hour remain :
Nor let it pass in vain.
To mutual comfort here.
For this, thy board surround.
HYMN 503. P. M.'
Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west his sov'reign order spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds: hell trembles ; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
2. No more shall atheists mock his long delays
His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day!
While sinners tremble; saints rejoice before him. 3. Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise ;
Awake, before this dreadful morning rise.
HYMN 504. L. M.
Let hypocrites attend and fear,
But make not faith nor love their care..
With lips of falsehood and deceit;
And soothi and flatter those they hate.
Yet dare to seek iheir Maker's face ;
But break his laws, abuse his grace.
They grow secure and sin the more;
And put far off the evil hour.
And sets their crimes before their eyes!
HYMN 505. P. M.
Blow to raise the sleeping dead;
See their great exalted head.
Welcome, welcome, Son of God.
2. Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain,
Heav'n and earth shall flee away. All, who hate him, must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day : Come to judgment !
Come to judgment! come away! 3. At his call, the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea i All the pow'rs of nature, shaken
By his looks, prepare to flee. Careless sinner,
What will then become of thee? 4. But to those, who have confessed, Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below,
come near, ye blessed, “ See the kingdom I bestow : “ You for ever
“Shall my love and glory know." 5. Under sorrows and reproaches,
May this thought our courage raise ! Swiftly God's great day approaches,
Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise. May we triumph,
When the world is in a blaze!
He will say,
HYMN 506. L. M. 1. 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 drcad tribunal stand, 2. Behold the awful books display'd, Big with th'
important fates of men ; Each deed anđ word now public made,
As wrote by heav'n's unerring pen. 3. To ev'ry soul the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward :
No plea the Judge will here regard. 4. Lord! when these awful leaves unfold,
May life's fair book my soul approve;