Loud the descending Judge proclaim,
And echo his tremendous name.
4. Children of Adam, all appear
With rev'rence round his awful bar;
For, as his lips pronounce, ye go
To endless bliss or unknown wo.
5. Lord! to my eyes the scene display,
Frequent through each returning day;
And let thy grace my soul prepare
To meet its full redemption there!
HYMN 502. c. M.
1. THE day approaches, O my soul !
The great decisive day,
Which from the verge of mortal life
Shall bear thee far away.
2. Another day more awful dawns,
And, lo, the Judge appears.
Ye heav'ns, retire before his face;
And sink, ye darken'd stars.
3. Yet does one short preparing hour,
One precious hour remain:
Rouse thee, my soul, with all thy pow'r,
Nor let it pass in vain.
4. With me, my brethren soon must die,
And at his bar appear:
Then be our intercourse improv'd
To mutual comfort here.
5. For this, thy temple, Lord! we throng;
For this, thy board surround.
Here may our service be approv'd,
And in thy presence crown'd.
HYMN 503. P. M..
1.THE God of glory sends his summons forth,
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 delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day!
Behold, the Judge descends! his guards are nigh;
Tempests and fire attend him down the sky.
When God appears, all nature shall adore him:
While sinners tremble; saints rejoice before him.
3. Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;
Awake, before this dreadful morning rise.
Change your vain thoughts, your wicked ways amend;
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend.
Then join the saints; wake ev'ry cheerful passion:
When Christ réturns, he comes for your salvation.
HYMN 504. L. M.
THE Lord, the Judge, his churches warns:
Let hypocrites attend and fear,
Who place their hopes in rites and forms,
But make not faith nor love their care..
2. They dare rehearse his awful name
With lips of falsehood and deceit ;
A friend or brother they defame,
And sooth and flatter those they hate.
3. They watch to do their neighbours wrong,
Yet dare to seek their Maker's face;
They take his cov'nant on their tongues,
But break his laws, abuse his grace.
4. And, while his judgments long delay,
They grow secure and sin the more;
They think he sleeps as well as they ;
And put far off the evil hour.
5. O dreadful hour, when God draws near,
And sets their crimes before their eyes!
Anguish their guilty souls shall tear,
And no deliv'rer dare to rise.
HYMN 505. P. M.
1.LO! he cometh! countless trumpets
Blow to raise the sleeping dead;
'Midst ten thousand saints and angels,
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; 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, He will say, 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!
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 dread tribunal stand. 2. Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th' important fates of men; Each deed and 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: Sinners in vain lament and pine; No plea the Judge will here regard. 4. 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 507. P. M.
Transitory nature and end of the world.
1. SPRING up, my soul, with ardent flight,
Nor let this earth delude thy sight
With glitt'ring trifles, gay and vain,
Wisdom divine directs thy view
To objects ever grand and new
And faith displays the shining train.
2. Be dead, my hopes, to all below;
Nor let unbounded torrents flow,
When mourning o'er my wither'd joys.
So this deceitful world is known:
Possess'd, I call it not my own,
Nor glory in its painted toys.
3. The empty pageant rolls along;
The giddy inexperienc'd throng
Pursue it with enchanted eyes:
It passeth in swift march away;
Still more and more its charms decay,
'Till the last gaudy colour dies.
4. My God! to thee my soul shall turn; To thee my noblest passions burn,
And drink in bliss from thee alone.
I fix on that unchanging home,
Where never-fading pleasures bloom,
Fresh springing round thy radiant throne.
HYMN 508. C. M.
should this world delight us so ? Why should we fix our eyes
On these low grounds, where sorrows grow, And ev'ry pleasure dies?
2. While time his sharpest teeth prepares,
Our comforts to devour;
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his pow'r.
3. Nature shall be dissolv'd and die;
The sun must end his race;
The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Maker's face.
4. When will that glorious morning rise
When the last trumpet's sound
Shall call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?
HYMN 509. L. M.
1.TO heav'n, my longing soul! aspire
And soar aloft with strong desire.
Here choose thy lot, here fix thy rest,
And aim for ever to be blest.
2. Still keep yon blissful world in view,
And close the glorious chase pursue;
lead's up to rest above,
Through paths of purity and love.
3. This track pursue with ardent z 1; Each lust subdue, each foe repe;
Still stretch thy wings, and upwards rise: Eternal glory is the prize!
HYMN 510. c. M.
1. NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense nor reason known,
What joys the Father has prepar'd
For those that love the Son.
2. But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heav'n to come;
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.
3. Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace;
No wanton lips, nor envious eye,
Can see or taste the bliss.
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