When op'ning graves shall yield their charge, And dust to life awake; • 2 Those bodies, that corrupted fell And mortal forms shall spring to life, -3 Behold, what heav'nly prophets sung, • That death should yield his ancient reign, And, vanquish'd quit the field. o 4 Let faith exalt her joyful voice, And thus begin to sing: d "Oh grave! where is thy triumph now? And where, O Death! thy sting! 5 "Thy sting was sin, and conscious guilt; The law gave sin its strength, and force, 6 "But God, whose name be ever blest! And makes us conqu'rors, when we die, o 8 Assur'd, that though we labour now, But thro' the grace of heav'ns great Lord, e 1 HYMN 233. C. M. Arundel. [*] WH The Last Tempest. THEN wild confusion wrecks the air, Whilst blended ruin, clouds and fire o 2 Safe in my Saviour's love I'll stand, e My harp all trembling in my hand, And all inspir'd my tongue?, d 3 I'll shout aloud, "Ye thunders roll, "And shake the sullen sky; "Your sounding voice, from pole to pole, 4 "Let the earth totter on her base, -5 Come quickly, blessed HOPE, appear— Let angels tell thy coming near, o 6 Around thy wheels, in the glad throng, g All hallelujah on my tongue All rapture in my heart. BYLES. HYMN 234. 8, 7, & 4. Littleton. [*] 1 O, he comes-the King of glory! Countless hosts of saints and angels Sin and death are captive led. d Stand before the Son of Man!" -3 Now behold the dead awaking; For their last decisive doom! d "Come ye blessed of my Father, "Heaven is prepared for you; "I was hungry-I was thirsty- Iwas naked"And ye minister'd to me." e 5 But how awful is the sentence, "I was hungry-I was thirsty-I was naked"Ye to me no mercy shew'd." -6 Now awake ye slumbering virgins, Trim your lamps; the bridegroom's near, Budding, shows the summer's near. d e 1 d e Jesus, save me! Jesus, save me! when the light'nings, Blaze around from pole to pole. HYMN 235. 8,7, & 4. Helmsley. [b*] The Day of Judgment. DA AY of judgment, day of wonders! Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, Louder than a thousand thunders, Will the sinner's heart confound! g 2 See the Judge our nature wearing, Cloth'd in majesty divine! d e -You who long for his appearing, Then shall say, "This GoD is mine." Own me in that day for thine! o S At his call, the dead awaken, What will then be come of thee? e 4 Horrors past imagination, d Will surprise your trembling heart, When you hear your condemnation, "Hence, accursed wretch, depart! "Thou with Satan And his angels, have thy part!" -5 But to those who have confessed, "Shall my love and glory know." -6 Under sorrows and reproaches, May this thought our courage raise: Swiftly God's great day approachesSighs shall then be chang'd to praise: We shall triumph g When the world is in a blaze! 1 NEWTON. HYMN 236. C. M. Mitcham. [*] And everlasting Father art, 2 To thee all angels cry aloud, 3 "Holy, holy, holy Lord, Whom heavenly hosts obey; 4 The apostle's glorious company, 5 The holy church, throughout the world, That thou eternal Father art, Of boundless majesty. 6 Thy honour'd, true, and only Son, And Holy Ghost the spring, Of never ceasing joy; O Christ, PATRICK 1 HYMN 237. 8s. Drummond. [*] Our faithful unchangeable FRIEND Whose love is as large as his power, And neither knows measure nor end. 2 'Tis Jesus the FIRST and the LAST, Whose spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that's to come. ASCRIPTIONS. 7s. 1 GLO LORY to the Father's name; Jesus' excellence proclaim; Sing the blessed Spirit's praise; Angels, swell the notes we raise! 7s. ING we to our God above, SIN Praise eternal as his love; Praise him all ye heavenly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 7s. ATHER, Son and Holy Ghost FATH One in Three, and Three in One, As by the celestial host, Let thy will on earth be done: Glorious Lord of earth and heaven. 8, 78 4: LORY be to God the Father, GOBY be to Sound aloud the Spirit's praises; Hail the glorious Three in One. T C. P. M. O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Be praise amid the Heavenly host, And in the church below; From whom all creatures draw their breath, By whom redemption bless'd the earth, From whom all comforts flow. |