And every shape, and every face,
Look heavenly and divine.
4 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love-
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.
mp 5 Accept, O Lord, the praise
Of these our humble songs,
f Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues.
Resurrection and Judgment.
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
2 Waked by the trumpet's sound,
I from the grave must rise,
And see the Judge, with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies.
3 How shall I leave my tomb?-
With triumph or regret?-
A fearful or a joyful doom-
A curse, or blessing meet?
4 I must from God be driven-
Or with my Saviour dwell;
Must come at his command to heaven-
Or else depart-to hell.
Aff 5 0 thou, that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die,
Who diedst thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery ;-
6 Show me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe;
That, when thou comest on thy throne,
I may with joy appear.
Christ's Second Coming.
IN expectation sweet,
We'll wait, and sing, and pray,
Till Christ's triumphal car we meet,
And see an endless day.
2 He comes! the Conqueror comes!
Death falls beneath his sword;
The joyful prisoners 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.
LO! he comes, with clouds descending,
Once for favored sinners slain !
Thousand, thousand saints, attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:
Hallelujah!
Jesus comes-and comes to reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty!
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierced, and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see!
3 When the solemn trump has sounded,
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the summons of that day-
"Come to judgment!—
Come to judgment!-come away."
4 Yea, amen!-let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Make thy righteous sentence known!
Oh come quickly-
Claim the kingdom for thine own!
P. M. Luther's Hymn. Monmouth.
GREAT God! what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
Behold the Judge of man appear,
On clouds of glory seated!
The trumpet sounds!-the graves restore
The dead which they contained before!
Prepare, my soul, to meet him.
SEE! where the great incarnate God
Fills his majestic throne,
While from the skies his awful voice
Bears the last judgment down.
2 Oh may I stand before the Lamb,
When earth and seas are fled,
And hear the Judge pronounce my name
With blessings on my head!
HARK! that shout of rapturous joy,
Bursting forth from yonder cloud!
Jesus comes!-and through the sky,
Angels tell their joy aloud.
2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice
Sounds abroad, through sea and land ;
Let his people now rejoice!
Their redemption is at hand.
3 See! the Lord appears in view;
Heaven and earth before him fly!
Rise, ye saints, he comes for you-
Rise to meet him in the sky.
4 Go and dwell with him above,
Where no foe can e'er molest;
Happy in the Saviour's love!
Ever blessing, ever blest.
DAY of judgment-day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round
How the summons
Will the sinner's heart confound!
2 See the Judge our nature wearing,
Clothed in majesty divine!
You, who long for his appearing,
Then shall say, "This God is mine!”
Gracious Saviour,
Own me in that day for thine!
mf 3 At his call the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the powers of nature, shaken
By his looks, prepare to flee:
Careless sinner,
What will then become of thee?
mf 4 But to those who have confessed,
Loved and served the Lord below!
He will say, "Come near, ye blessed,
See the kingdom I bestow:
Shall my love and glory know."
The Judgment anticipated.
WHEN, rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face-
Oh, how shall I appear!
2 If now, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought ;-
3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe,
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
Thy mercy to procure;
Since thy beloved Son has died
To make that mercy sure!
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,
Who sometimes an afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?
2 I love to meet thy people now,
Before thy feet with them to bow,
Though vilest of them all;
But-can I bear the piercing thought?-
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call?
3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace-
Be thou my only hiding-place,
In this th' accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, oh let me hear,
To still my unbelieving tear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.
4 Among thy saints let me be found,
Whene'er th' archangel's trump shail sound,
To see thy smiling face;
f Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.
THAT 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, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
And louder yet-and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead?
Aff 3 Oh! on that day-that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be THOU, O Christ! the sinner's stay,
Len Though heaven and earth shall pass away.
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AND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise?
And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?
2 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,
When earth and heaven before his face,
Astonished, shrink away?
3 But ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead
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