Earth fhall obey her Maker's Will, Our God will crown his Chosen Isle God the Redeemer, fcatters round HYMN PSALM LXXXIII. XCIII. The Eternal and Sovereign Lord. HE Lord Jehovah reigns, And Royal State maintains, His Head with awful Glories crown'd, And rays of Majefty around. Upheld by thy Commands, Eternal is thy Kingdom, Lord. Let Floods and Nations Rage, Shall beat their Madness down, Thy Thy Promifes are true, Thy Grace is ever new, There fix'd; thy Church shall ne'er remove : Thy Saints, with holy Fear, Shall in thy Courts appear, And fing thy everlasting Love. THE HYMN LXXXIV. The last Judgment. HE God of Glory fends his Summons forth, [North, From Eaft to Weft the fov'reign Order's fpread, Thro' diftant Worlds, and regions of the Dead. The Trumpet founds; Hell trembles; Heaven re[joices, Lift up your Heads ye Saints, with chearful Voices. "Heav'n, Earth, and Hell, draw near; let all [things come, To hear my Juftice, and the Sinners doom, But gather first my Saints, the Judge com [mands, Bring them, ye Angels, from their diftant [Lands. When Chrift returns, 'wake every chearful Paffion, And fhout, ye Saints, he comes for your Salvation. Here, (faith the Lord) ye Angels, fpread (their Thrones, "And near me feat my Favourites and Sons, 'Come, my redeem'd, poffefs the Joys prepar'd, 'E'er Time began, 'tis your divine Reward. When Chrift returns, 'wake every chearful Paffion, And fhout, ye Saints, he comes for your Salvation. Sinners, awake betimes; ye Fools be wife, Awake, before the dreadful Morning rise; Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked (Ways amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your (Friend: Then join, ye Saints, 'wake every chearful Paffion, When Chrift returns, he comes for your Salvation. A fight of God mortifies us to the World. UA P to the Fields where Angels lie, Thy wond'rous Blood, dear dying Chrift, O might O might we once mount up and fee Great All in All, Eternal King, HYMN LXXXVI. God the Son equal with the Father. BRight King of Glory, dreadful God, A thousand Seraphs, strong and bright, Yet there is one of human Frame, Jefus who left the Worlds of Light, Then let the Name of Chrift our King, G HYMN LXXXVII. The Effufion of the Spirit. REAT was the Day, the Joy was great! The rufhing Wind that went before, With Joy and Gladness they proclaim Nations, the learned and the rude, And hates the Doctrine of the Crofs. Great King of Grace, our Hearts subdue, HYMN |