And every shape, and every face, 4 These lively hopes we owe We would adore his grace below, mp 5 Accept, O Lord, the praise f Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues. Bethany. Little Marlboro Resurrection and Judgment. S. M. 620 AND am I born to die? To lay this body down? And must my trembling spirit fly 2 Waked by the trumpet's sound, 3 How shall I leave my tomb?- A fearful or a joyful doom- 4 I must from God be driven- Aff 5 0 thou, that wouldst not have Who diedst thyself, my soul to save 6 Show me the way to shun That, when thou comest on thy throne, 621 S. M. Pentonville. Dover. Christ's Second Coming. IN expectation sweet, We'll wait, and sing, and pray, Till Christ's triumphal car we meet, I 2 He comes! the Conqueror comes! 3 The trumpet sounds-" Awake!- 4 Thrice happy morn for those 622 P P f Aff f 83, 7s & 4. LO! he comes, with clouds descending, Jesus comes-and comes to reign. Those who set at nought and sold him, Shall the true Messiah see! 3 When the solemn trump has sounded, Come to judgment!-come away." 4 Yea, amen!-let all adore thee, 623 Claim the kingdom for thine own! Greece. P. M. Luther's Hymn. Monmouth. GREAT God! what do I see and hear! Behold the Judge of man appear, The trumpet sounds!-the graves restore 624 C. M. Stephens. Stamford. SEE! where the great incarnate God While from the skies his awful voice 2 Oh may I stand before the Lamb, And hear the Judge pronounce my name 625 " 7s. Lincoln. Adullum. HARK! that shout of rapturous joy, 2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice Their redemption is at hand. 3 See! the Lord appears in view; 626 Aff DAY of judgment-day of wonders! Will the sinner's heart confound! Own me in that day for thine! mf 3 At his call the dead awaken, Aff What will then become of thee? mf 4 But to those who have confessed, 627 You forever Shall my love and glory know." The Judgment anticipated. WHEN, rising from the bed of death, I see my Maker face to face- 2 If now, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed And sit in judgment on my soul, Oh, how shall I appear! 4 Then see my sorrows, gracious Lord; Let mercy set me free; While in the confidence of prayer My heart takes hold of thee. mf 5 For never shall my soul despair Since thy beloved Son has died 628 C. P. M. Aithlone. WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To fetch thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Be found at thy right hand? 2 I love to meet thy people now, But-can I bear the piercing thought?- 3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace- Thy pardoning voice, oh let me hear, Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 Among thy saints let me be found, f Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing, 629 L. M. Middlebury. Sparta. THAT day of wrath! that dreadful day, 2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, S. M. AND will the Judge descend? 2 How will my heart endure When earth and heaven before his face, 3 But ere the trumpet shakes |