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S. M. The solemn midnight cry. HOU Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe, With holy joy, or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear;
For that tremendous day,
And stir us up to pray:
2 To pray, and wait the hour,
That awful hour unknown,
Thou shalt from heaven come down, The' immortal Son of man,
To judge the human race,
With all thy glorious grace.
3 To damp our earthly joys,
To' increase our gracious fears, Forever let the archangel's voice
Be sounding in our ears The solemn midnight cry,
Ye dead, the Judge is come; Arise, and meet him in the sky,
And meet your instant doom.
4 O may we all be found
Obedient to thy word, Attentive to the trumpet's sound,
And looking for our Lord.
A lot among the blest;
An everlasting rest.
L. M. The dreadful day. day of wrath, ,
THWhen heaven and earth shall pass away
What power shall be the sinner's stay ?
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?
We may a place provide ;
Of bell, 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 ! 0! 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,
Still his dazzling body bears ;
With what rapture
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.
, Shall with a shout descend : All heaven's host their glorious Lord
Shall joyfully attend :
JESUS, faithful to his word,
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
And see our Lord again.
All rapt up to heaven shall be ;
To all eternity 3 Who can tell the happiness
This glorious hope affords?
In these reviving words:
Mightier bliss ordain'd to know :
To the third heaven we go.
S. M. - And with the trump of God. N expectation sweet,
We wait, and sing, and pray,
And see an endless day.
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;
Or shade their perfect bliss. 1114
The appointed hour makes haste,
And pass the solemn test. .
Thou ruler of my heart,
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?-
To see my God remove,
I must not taste his love. 1115
(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.