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C.M.

Watts. 1719.
W HY do we mourn departing friends ?

V Or shake at death's alarms ?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, .

To call them to His arms.
2 The graves of all His saints He blessed,

And softened every bed :
Where should the dying members rest,

But with their dying Head ?
3 Thence He arose, ascending high,

And showed our feet the way :
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, -

At the great rising-day.
4 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,

And bid our kindred rise;
Awake, ye nations under ground;

Ye saints, ascend the skies.

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Describing Judgment.

78 & 6s. C. WESLEY. 1742.
TEARKEN to the solemn voice,
n The awful midnight cry!
Waiting souls, rejoice, rejoice,

And see the Bridegroom nigh :
Lo! He comes to keep His word,
Light and joy His looks impart;
Go ye forth to meet your Lord,

And meet Him in your heart.
2 Ye who faint beneath the load

Of sin, your heads lift up ;
See your great redeeming God,

He comes, and bids you hope :
In the midnight of your grief,
Jesus doth His mourners cheer;
Lo! He brings you sure relief;

Believe, and feel Him here.

3 Ye whose loins are girt, stand forth,

Whose lamps are burning bright;
Worthy, in your Saviour's worth,

To walk with Him in white;
Jesus bids your hearts be clean ;
Bids you all His promise prove;
Jesus comes to cast out sin,

And perfect you in love.
4 Wait we all in patient hope,

Till Christ, the Judge, shall come;
We shall soon be all caught up

To meet the general doom :
In an hour to us unknown,
As a thief in deepest night,
Christ shall suddenly come down,

With all His saints in light.
Ő Happy he whom Christ shall find

Watching to see Him come;
Him the Judge of all mankind

Shall bear triumphant home :
Who can answer to His word ?
Which of you dares meet meet His day ?
“ Rise, and come to judgment !"-Lord,

We rise, and come away.
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S.M. C. WESLEY. 1749.
MHOU Judge of quick and dead,

Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy, or guilty dread,

We all shall soon appear;
Our cautioned souls prepare

For that tremendous day;
And fill us now with watchful care,

And stir us up to pray:
To pray, and wait the hour,

That awful hour unknown;
When, robed in majesty and power,

Thou shalt from heaven come down,

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The' immortal Son of Man,

To judge the human race,
With all Thy Father's dazzling train,

With all Thy glorious grace.
3 To damp our earthly joys,

To’increase our racious fears,
For ever let the Archangel's voice

Be sounding in our ears;
The solemn midnight cry,
“Ye dead, the Judge is come;
Arise, and meet Him in the sky,

And meet your instant doom!" 4 O may we thus be found

Obedient to His word ;
Attentive to the trumpet's sound,

And looking for our Lord !
O may we thus ensure

Our lot among the blest;
And watch a moment to secure

An everlasting rest! 139 (150)

C.M.

ADDISON. 1712.
THEN rising from the bed of death,
V O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker, face to face,

Oh! how shall I appear?
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My soul 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 Oh! may my broken contrite heart

Timely my sins lament,
And early, with repentant tears,

Eternal woe prevent !

5 For, never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to secure,
Who knows Thine only Son has died

To make that pardon sure. 440

L.M.

Scott. 1805. MHAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,

I 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;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,

Swells the high trump that wakes the dead; 3 Oh! on that day, that wrathful day,

When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be Thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

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L.M. C. WESLEY. 1758. TTE comes! He comes ! the Judge severe !

I The seventh trumpet speaks Him near; His lightnings flash ; His thunders roll:

How welcome to the faithful soul ! 2 From heaven angelic voices sound;

See the Almighty Jesus crowned !
Girt with omnipotence and grace ;

And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending on His azure throne,

He claims the kingdoms for His own;
The kingdoms all obey His word,

And hail Him their triumphant Lord. 4 Shout, all the people of the sky!

And all the saints of the Most High ;
Our Lord, who now His right obtains,
For ever and for ever reigns.

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L.M. C. Wesley. 1749. MHE great Archangel's trump shall sound,

I (While twice ten thousand thunders roar,)
Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,

And make the greedy sea restore. 2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead,

The earth no more her slain conceal; .
Sinners shall lift their guilty head,

And shrink to see a yawning hell. 3 But we, who now our Lord confess,

And faithful to the end endure,
Shall stand in Jesu's righteousness,

Stand, as the Rock of Ages, sure. 4 We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,

And mountains are on mountains hurled, Shall stand, unmoved, amidst them all,

And smile to see a burning world. 5 The earth, and all the works therein,

Dissolve, by raging flames destroyed; While we survey the awful scene,

And mount above the fiery void. 6 By faith we now transcend the skies,

And on that ruined world look down : By love above all height we rise,

And share the everlasting throne.

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78 & 6s. C. WESLEY. 1742.
TESUS, faithful to His word,
J Shall with a shout descend;
All heaven's host their glorious Lord

Shall pompously attend :
Christ shall come, with dreadful noise,
Lightnings swift, and thunders loud ;
With the great Archangel's voice,

And with the trump of God.
2 First the dead in Christ shall rise ;

Then we that yet remain

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