2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh:
Tempest and fire attend him down the sky:
Heaven,earth and hell,draw near; let all things come
To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom!
"But gather first my saints (the Judge commands)
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.
3" Behold my covenant stands forever good,
Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood,
And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew,
That paid the ancient worship, or the new:
There's no distinction here; come,spread their thrones,
And near me seat my favourites and my sons,
4" I, their Almighty Saviour, and their God,
I am their Judge: Ye heavens, proclaim abroad
My just, eternal sentence, and declare
Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear:
Sinners in Zion, trembie and retire;
I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.

5" Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain
Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain
Without the flames of love: In vain the store
Of brutal offerings that were mine before;
Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed,
Flocks,herds, and fields,and forests, where they feed.
6" If I were hungry; would I ask thee food?
When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood?
Can be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,
Thy solemn chatterings, and fantastie vows?
Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold,
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?
7" Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to
A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? [please
White, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue,
Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong!
In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.
8"Silent I waited with long-suffering love;
But didst thou hope that I should neer reprove?
And cherish such an impious thought within,
That God, the righteous, would indulge thy sin?
Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll,
And thine own crimes affright thy guilty soul."
9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise;
Awake before this dreadful morning rise; [amend!
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend;
Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear
Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near.

The last judgment.
THE God of glory sends his summons forth
Calls the south nations, and awakes the north
From ast to west the sovereign orders spread,
Thro' distant worids, and regions of the dad,
The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heaven 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:
Tempest and fire attend him down the sky.
When God appears, all nature shall adore him:
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.
3" Heaven, earth and 1, draw near; let all things
To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom! [come,
But gather first my saints, (the Judge commands)
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands."
When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion;
And shout, ye saints! he comes for your salvation.
4" Behold! my covenant stands forever good,
Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice m blood,
And sign with all their names; the Greek, the Jew,

paid the ancient worship, or the new."

There's no distinction here; join all your voices,
And raise your heads, ye saints, for heaven rejoices

Here(saith the Lord)ye angels, spread their thrones,
Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepard
And near me seat my favourites and my sons:
Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward.
When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion;
And shout, ye saints! he comes for your salvation.
PAUSE I.

6"I am the Saviour, I th' Almighty God;
I am the Judge: Ye heavens, proclaim abroad
My just, eternal sentence, and declare
Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear."
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him
When God appears, all nature shall adore him

7" Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane,
Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vain!
Thou hypocrite, once dress'd in saint's attire,
I doom the painted hypocrite to fire."
Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices;
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
8"Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain
Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain
Without the flames of love; in vain the store
Of brutal offerings that were mine before."
Earth is the Lord's; all nature shall adore him;
While simmers tremble, saints rejoice before him
9"If I were hungry, would I ask thee food;
Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed,
When did I thirst, or drink thy builocks' blood?
Ali is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation;
Flocks, herds,and fields,and forests where they feed."
Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation.
10 Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,
Thy solemn chatterings, and fantastic vows?
Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold,
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?"
God is the Judge of hearts; no fair disguises
Can screen the guilty, when his vengealice rises.
PAUSE II.

11" Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope
A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? [to please
While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue,
Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong.
Judgment proceeds; hell trembies; heaven rejoices;
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
12"In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends;
Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends;
While the false flatterer at my altar waits,
His harden'd soul divine instruction hates."
God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises
an screen the guilty when his vengeance rises.
13 Silent I waited with long-suffering love;
But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove?
And cherish such an impious thought within,
That the All-holy would indulge thy sin?"
See, God appears, all nature joins to adore him;
Judgment proceeds, and sinners fail before him,
14" Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll,
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.
Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear
Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near."
Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices;
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
EPIPHONEMA.

15" Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise
Awake before this dreadful morning rise: [amend;
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend."
Then join the saints; wake every cheerful passion;
When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation..

HELL AND HEAVEN.

HYMN 44. B.2. L. M. 553} Limehouse, Putney.

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HYMN 86. B. 2. C. M. * or b
Abridge, St. Anns.

Freedom from sin and misery in heaven.
1 UR sins, alas, how strong they be!

b And like a violent sea

They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And hurry us away.

The waves of trouble, how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.
3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands,
Our speedy feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

Hell; or, the vengeance of God.
WITH holy fear, and humble song,
The dreadful God our souls adore; 2
Reverence and awe becomes the tongue
That speaks the terrors of his power.
Far in the deep, where darkness dwells,
The land of horror and despair,
Justice has built a dismal hell,
And laid her stores of vengeance there.
3[Eternal plagues, and heavy chains,
Tormenting racks, and fiery coals,
And darts t' inflict immortal pains,
Dy'd in the blood of damned souls.
There Satan, the first sinner, lies,
And roars, and bites his iron bands;
In vain the rebel strives to rise, [hands.]
Crush'd with the weight of both thine
5 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race
Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod;
Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace, 656
But they incens'd a dreadful God.
6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son-
Sinners, obey the Saviour's call;
Else your damnation hastens on,
And hell gapes wide to wait
your fall.

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HYMN 105. B. 1. C. M.
St. James, Dundee.
Heaven invisible and holy.
NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,

Nor sense nor reason known,

4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell
The wonders of his grace;
Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.
Forever his dear sacred name

5

Shall dwell upon our tongue; And Jesus and Salvation be The close of every song.

HYMN 40. B. 1. L. M. 籽
Nantwich, Dunstan.

The business and blessedness of glorified saints.

1"WHAT happy men, or angels these, "That all their robes are spot

less white?

"Whence did this glorious troop arrive X "At the pure realms of heavenly light?" 2 From torturing racks, and burning fires, And seas of their own blood they came; But nobler blood has wash'd their robes, Flowing from Christ, the dying Lamb. Now they approach th' Almighty Throne With loud hosannas night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three-One Measure their blest eternity.

What joys the Father hath prepar'd

For those that love the Son.
2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heaven 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.
4 Those holy gates forever bar
Pollution, sin and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,
But followers of the Lamb.
5 He keeps the Father's book of life,
There all their names are found;
The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heavenly ground.

3

4 No more shall hunger pain their souls;
He bids their parching thirst be gone;
And spreads the shadow of his wings
To screen them from the scorching sun.
5 The Lamb, that fills the middle throne,
Shall shed around his milder beams;
There shall they feast on his rich love,
And drink full joys from living streams.
6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew,
Through the vast round of endless years;
And the soft hand of sovereign grace
Heals all their wounds, and wipes their

tears.

Through every heavenly street,
And say, There's nought below the sun
That's worthy of thy feet.
2 Thus will we mount on sacred wings,7

And tread the courts above:

Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things
Shall tempt our meanest love.
3 There, on a high majestic throne,
Th' Almighty Father reigns,

And sheds his glorious goodness down 660
On all the blissful plains.

4 Bright, like a sun, the Saviour sits,
And spreads eternal noon:

No evenings there, nor gloomy nights,
To want the feeble moon.

5 Amid those ever-shining skies,
Behold the sacred Dove;

While banish'd sin, and sorrow flies 2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord;

3 He fram'd the globe, he built the sky,
He made the shining worlds on high,
And reigns complete in glory there:
His beams are majesty and light;
His beauties how divinely bright;
His temple how divinely fair!

4 Come, the great day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his saving power,
And barbarous nations fear his name;
Then shall the race of man confess
The beauty of his holiness,
And in his courts his grace proclaim.

10 THE delights, the heavenly joys,

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Christmas, Hymn 2d, Pembroke.

HYMN 75. B. 2. C. M. X

Spiritual and eternal joys; or, the be-
atific sight of Christ.

Fondun eternal rounds,
ROM thee,my God,my joys shall rise,
Beyond the limits of the skies,

And all created bounds.

2 The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself out-brave,
Leave duli mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.

3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In heaven's unmeasur'd space,
I'll spend a long eternity
In pleasure, and in praise.
Millions of years my wondering eyes
Shall o'er thy beauties rove;
And endless ages I'll adore
The glories of thy love.

The glories of the place,
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams4
Of his o'erflowing grace.
2 Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow;
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.
3-[Princes to his imperial name
Bend their bright sceptres down;
Dominions, thrones,and powers rejoice
To see him wear the crown.
4 Archangels sound his lofty praise

Through every heavenly street,
And lay their highest honours down
Submissive at his feet.]

5 Those soft, those blessed feet of his,
That once rude iron tore,
High on a throne of light they stand,
And all the saints adore.

6 His head, the dear majestic head,
That cruel thorns did wound,
See what immortal glories shine,
And circle it around!

7 This is the Man, th' exalted Man,

Whom we, unseen, adore!
But, when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more
8 [Lord! how our souls are all on fire
To see thy blest abode:
Our tongues rejcice in tunes of praise
To our incarnate God!

3 [Sweet Jesus! every smile of thine
Shall fresh endearments bring,
And thousand tastes of new delight
From all thy graces spring.

6 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul
Up to thy blest abode;
Fly, for my spirit longs to see
My Saviour, and my God.]

a

I CANNOT persuade myself to put a full period to these divine Hymns, until I have addressed special SONG OF GLORY to God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Though the Latin name of it, Gloria Patri, be retained in the English nation from the Roman Church; and though there may be some excesses of superstitious honour paid to the words of it, which may have wrought some unhappy preju

9 And while our faith enjoys this sight,
We long to leave our clay;
And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord, a
To fetch our souls away.]

WATTS.

dices in weaker Christians, yet I believe it still to be

one of the noblest parts of Christian worship. The subject of it is the doctrine of the Trinity, which is that peculiar glory of the Divine Nature, that our Lord Jesus Christ has so clearly revealed unto men,

and is so necessary to true Christianity. The action is praise, which is the most complete and exalted part of heavenly worship. I have east the song into a variety of forms, and have fitted it by a plain version, or a larger paraphrase, to be sung either alone, or at the conclusion of another Hyın. I have added also few Hosannas, or ascriptions of salvation to Christ, in the same manner, and for the same end.

DOXOLOGIES.