6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye And the long silent dust shall burst 730. (495.) C. M. The resurrection of the just. 1 HOW long shall death, the tyrant, reign, ? Lo! I behold the scatter'd shades! 3 I hear the voice, "ye dead, arise," And waking saints with joyful eyes 4 They leave the dust, and on the wing In shining garments meet their King, 50 may our humble spirits stand JUDGMENT. P. M. 731. Judgment. Rev. i. 7. vi. 14—17. xxii, 17 20. LO! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain: Thousand thousand saints attending, Jesus now shall ever reign! 2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him Rob'd in dreadful majesty; Those who set at naught and sold him, Piere'd and nail'd him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the great Messiah see! S Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain, Heaven 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! 4 Now redemption, long expected, See in solemn pomp appear! All his saints, by man rejected, Now shall meet him in the air! Hallelujah! See the day of God appear! 5 Answer thine own Bride and Spirit, All creation Travails, groans, and bids thee come! 6 Yea! Amen! let all adore thee, Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come! 732. P. M. The Day of Judgment. 1DAY of judgment,-day of wonders Hark the trumpet's awful sound Louder than a thousand thunders, Will the sinner's heart confound! See the Judge our nature wearing, Own me in that day for thine! 8 At his call the dead awaken, Rise to life from earth and sea: Careless sinner! Horrors, past imagination, Will surprise your trembling heart, And his angels hast thy part!' You for ever Shall my love and glory know. 6 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! L. M. 733. Judgment. Isaiah xxiv. 18-20. HOW great, how terrible that God, Who shakes creation with his nod! He frowns, and earth's foundations shake, 2 Where now, O where shall sinners seek 3 In vain for mercy now they cry; 4 But saints, undaunted and serene, 5 Jesus, the helpless sinner's friend, 734. L. M. Books opened. Rev. xx. 12. 1 METHINKS the last great day is come, Methinks I hear the trumpet sound, 3 Behold the awful books display'd, To ev'ry soul the books assign 5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold, P. M. 735. Judgment. Jude 14, 15. Who can stand before his rod? 2. Lo, he comes in glory shining: Welcome, welcome, hear them sing! Hope and sinners here must part! Still they hear the awful sentence, Justice seals it- 5 How they shrink, with horror viewing Ye who scorn the Lamb that died! Hark! ten thousand harps resounding! |