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2 He comes !--the Conqueror comes !
Death falls beneath his sword ;
And rise to meet their Lord.
Ye dead, to judgment come !"
While hell receives her doom. - 4 Thrice happy morn for those
Who love the ways of peace!
Or shade their perfect bliss.
Greece 1 LO! he comes, with clouds descending,
Once for favored sinners slain!
Robed in dreadful majesty!
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
“Come to judgment !-
High on thine eternal throne!
Oh come quickly
Claim the kingdom for thine own! 623
P. M. Luther's Hymn. Monmonth.
The end of things created !
On clouds of glory seated!
The trumpet sounds!—the graves restore
Prepare, my soul, to meet him. 624
Stephen's. Stamford. 1 SEE! where the great incarnate God
Fills his majestic throne,
Bears the last judgment down.
When earth and seas are fled,
With blessings on my head ! 625
Lincoln. Adullum. 1 HARK !-that shout of rapturous joy,
Bursting forth from yonder cloud!
Angels tell their joy aloud.
Sounds abroad, through sea and land;
Their redemption is at hand.
Heaven and earth before him fly!
Rise to meet him in the sky.
Where no foe can e'er molest;
Ever blessing, ever blest. 626
88, 78 & 4.
Benson. Messina. 1 DAY of judgment-day of wonders !
Hark!--the trumpet's awful sound,
How the summons
Clothed in majesty divine !
Then shall say, “This God is mine !"
mf 3 At his call the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea;
looks, prepare to flee : Aff
What will then become of thee ; mf4 But to those who have confessed,
Loved and served the Lord below!
Dundee. Spencer. 627
The Judgment anticipated.
O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
Oh, how shall I appear!
And mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought;
In majesty severe,
Oh, how shall I appear!
Let mercy set me free;
My heart takes hold of thee. mf 5 For never shall my soul despair
Thy mercy to procure;
To make that mercy sure !
Althlono. 1 WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To fetch thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand ?
Be found at thy right hand ?
2 I love to meet thy people now,
Though vilest of them all;
When thou for them shalt call ?
In this tħ accepted day;
Nor let me fall, I pray.
To see thy smiling face;
With shouts of sovereign grace. 629
Middlebury. Sparta. 1 THAT day of wrath! that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away!
shall be the sinner's stay?
The flaming heavens together roll;
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead? Af 3 Oh! on that day-that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 630
S. M. Mornington. Dartmouth. 1 AND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise ?
His all-discerning eyes ?
The terrors of that day,
Astonished, shrink away?
The mansions of the dead;