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No more shall Atheists mock his long delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more: Behold the day!
2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh;
Tempests and fire attend him down the sky:
Heav'n,earth,and hell draw near; let all things come,
To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom:
But gather first my saints (the Judge commands)
Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.
3 Behold my cov❜nant stands forever good,
Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood;

And sign'd with all their names, the Greek, the Jew,
That paid the ancient worship or the new:
There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones,
And near me seat my fav'rites, and my sons.
4 I their almighty Saviour, and their God,
I am their Judge: Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad,
My just eternal sentence, and declare

Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear:
Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;

I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.

5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain
Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain,
Without the flames of love: in vain the store
Of brutal off'rings, that were mine before:
Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed,
Flocks,herds, and fields, and forests where they feed.
6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?
When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock's blood?
Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,
Thy solemn chatt'rings, and fantastic vows?
Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold,
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?

7 Unthinking wretch!how could'st thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these?

While, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue,
Thou lovs't deceit, and dost thy brother wrong:
In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends.
8 Silent I waited, with long-suff'ring love;
But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove?
And cherish such an impious thought within,
That God the righteous, would indulge thy sin?

Behold my terrours now, my thunders roil,
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.
9 Sinners awake betimes; ye fools be wise;
Awake before this dreadful morning rise:
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend;
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend:
Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear-
Your trembling souls, and no delivʼrer near.]

P. M. SECOND PART. Walworth. [*]
The last Judgment.

HE God of glory sends his summons forth,

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Calls the south nations,and awakes the north; From east to west the sov'reign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds, and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heavenrejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

2 No more shall Atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day: Behold the Judge descend; his guards are nigh; Tempests and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him, While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heav'n,earth,and hell draw near:-Let all things come, "To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom! "But gather first my saints," the Judge commands; "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands." When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation.

4 "Behold, my cov❜nant stands for ever good, "Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood, "And sign'd with all their names;-the Greek, the Jew, "Who paid the ancient worship, or the new." There's no distinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints; for heaven rejoices.

5 "Here," saith the Lord, "ye angels, spread their thrones, "And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons. "Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd "Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward." When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation.

PAUSE THE FIRST. Landaff.

6 ['I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God;
I am the Judge: Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad
My just eternal sentence and declare,

Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear.' When God appears, all nature shall adore him, While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.] 7 "Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer,and profane, "Now feel my wrath,nor call my threat'nings vain: "Thou hypocrite, once drest in saints attire"I doom the painted hypocrite to fire." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 [Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain, Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain, Without the flames of love: in vain the store Of brutal off'rings, that were mine before. Earth is the Lord's: all nature shall adore him: While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 9 'If I were hungry, would 1 ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock's blood? Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed.' All is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation: Gives sinner's vengeance, and the saints salvation.] 10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, "Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? "Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, "Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?" God is the Judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty, when his vengeance rises.

PAUSE THE SECOND.

11 "Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please "A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? "While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, "Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 [In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends: While the false flatt'rer at my altar waits, His harden'd soul divine instruction hates.' God is the Judge of hearts: no fair disguises Can screen the guilty, when his vengeance rises.]

13 "Silent I waited, with long-suff'ring love: "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious thought within, "That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?" See, God appears! all nature joins t' adore him: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him.

14 ['Behold my terrours now: my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul: Now like a lion, shall my vengeance tear

Thy bleeding heart, and no deliv'rer near.' Judgment concludes; hell trembles! heav'n rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.]

EPIPHONEMA.

15 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise!
Awake, before this dreadful morning rise.
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend;
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend
Then join, ye saints; wake ev'ry cheerful passion:
When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation.
PSALM 51. L.M. 1ST PART. Carthage, Geneva. [b]
A Penitent pleading for Pardon.

P 1 SHEW pity, Lord, O Lord forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live:

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

-2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
g Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
-So let thy pard'ning love be found.

3 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
p Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.

e 4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace:
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

• 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
e I must pronounce thee just in death;
e And if my soul were sent to hell,
-Thy righteous law approves it well.

e 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
-Whose hope still bov'ring round thy word,
o Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

L. M. SECOND PART. Armley. Geneva.
Original and actual Sin confessed.

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ORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death:
Thy law demands a perfect heart;
But we're defil'd in ev'ry part.

3 [Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true;
O make me wise betimes to spy
My danger and my remedy.]

d 4 Behold, I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace:

No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

-6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone:

o Thy blood can make me white as snow, No Jewish types can cleanse me so.

e 7 [While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
-Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.]

[b]

L. M. THIRD PART. Gloucester. Bath. [*]

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The Penitent restored.

THOU, who hear'st when sinners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before thee lie,

Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem❜ry from thy book,

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