1109

L. M.

The dreadful day.

HE day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away' What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day—

2 When, shriv'ling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; And, louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead? 3 0, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 1110

W

C. M.

The great day of His wrath.
O to the men on earth who dwell,
Nor dread the' Almighty's frown,
When God doth all his wrath reveal,
And shower his judgments down.
2 Sinners, expect those heaviest showers:
To meet your God, prepare;

For, lo! the seventh angel pours

His vial on the air.

3 Lo! from their seats the mountains leap; The mountains are not found; Transported far into the deep,

And in the ocean drown'd.

4 Who then shall live and face the throne,
And see the Judge severe

When heaven and earth are fled and gone,
O where shall I appear?

5 Now, only now, against that hour
We may a place provide;

Beyond the grave, beyond the power
Of hell, our spirits hide :

6 Firm in the all-destroying shock,
May view the final scene;
For, lo! the everlasting Rock
Is cleft to take us in.

1111

8th P. M. 87, 87, 47.

Behold, He cometh!

O! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints, attending, Swell the triumph of his train:

Hallelujah!

God appears on earth to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him Robed in dreadful majesty ;

Those who set at naught and sold him, Pierced and nail'd him to the tree, Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 All the tokens of his passion
Still his dazzling body bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransom'd worshippers;
With what rapture

Gaze we on those glorious scars.
4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Make thy righteous sentence known:
Jah! Jehovah !

Claim the kingdom for thine own.

1112 11th P. M. 76, 76, 77, 76. -With the voice of the archangel.

ESUS, faithful to his word,

JES

All heaven's host their glorious Lord

Shall joyfully attend:

Christ shall come with dreadful noise
Lightnings swift, and thunders loud;
With the great archangel's voice,
And with the trump of God.

2 First the dead in Christ shall rise;
Then we that yet remain
Shall be caught up to the skies,
And see our Lord again.

We shall meet him in the air;
All rapt up to heaven shall be;
Find, and love, and praise him there,
To all eternity.

3 Who can tell the happiness
This glorious hope affords?
Joy unutter'd we possess

In these reviving words:
Happy while on earth we breathe;
Mightier bliss ordain'd to know:
Trampling down sin, hell, and death,
To the third heaven we go.

1113

-And with the trump of God.

IN expectation sweet,

We wait, and sing, and pray,
Till Christ's triumphal car we meet,
And see an endless day.

S. M.

2 He comes!-the Conqu'ror comes;
Death falls beneath his sword;
The joyful pris'ners burst their tombs,
And rise to meet their Lord.

3 The trumpet sounds,-Awake!—
Ye dead, to judgment come!--
The pillars of creation shake,
While hell receives her doom.

4 Thrice happy morn for those
Who love the ways of peace;
No night of sorrow e'er shall close,
Or shade their perfect bliss.

1114

The dreadful sentence.

C. M.

HAT awful day will surely come, The' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test.

2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys,
Thou ruler of my heart,

How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the word,-Depart!

3 The thunder of that awful word
Would so torment my ear,
'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.

4 What, to be banish'd from my Lord,
And yet forbid to die;

To linger in eternal pain,

And death forever fly ?—

5 O wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,

And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love.

1115

THE

The final conflagration.

L. M.

HE great archangel's trump shall sound,
(While twice ten thousand thunders roar,)
Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,
And make the greedy sea restore.

2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead;
The earth no more her slain conceal;
;
Sinners shall lift their guilty head,
And shrink to see a yawning hell.

3 But we, who now our Lord confess,
And faithful to the end endure,
Shall stand in Jesus' righteousness;-
Stand, as the Rock of Ages, sure.

4 We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,
And mountains are on mountains hurl'd
Shall stand unmoved amidst them all,
And smile to see a burning world.

5 The earth and all the works therein
Dissolve, by raging flames destroy'd;
While we survey the awful scene,

And mount above the fiery void.

6 By faith we now transcend the skies,
And on that ruin'd world look down:
By love above all height we rise,
And share the everlasting throne.

1116

The dissolution of all things.

C. M.

ESUS, to thy dear wounds we flee;

JES

We shelter in thy side;

Assured that all who trust in thee

Shall evermore abide.

2 Then let the thund'ring trumpet sound; The latest lightnings glare;

The mountains melt; the solid ground
Dissolve as liquid air;

3 The huge celestial bodies roll
Amidst the gen'ral fire;
And shrivel as a parchment scroll,
And all in smoke expire :-

4 Yet still the Lord, the Saviour reigns,
When nature is destroy'd;

And no created thing remains
Throughout the flaming void.