5 For, never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to secure,
Who knows Thine only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.
HAT 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 ; 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.
E comes! He comes! the Judge severe !
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.
HE great Archangel's trump shall sound,
(While twice ten thousand thunders roar,)
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.
JESUS, faithful to His word,
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
Shall be caught up to the skies,
And see our Lord again :
We shall meet Him in the air,
All rapt up to heaven shall be;
Find, and love, and praise Him there,
To all eternity.
3 Who can tell the happiness
This glorious hope affords?
Joy unuttered we possess
In these reviving words:
Happy while on earth we breathe,
Mightier bliss ordained to know,
Trampling down sin, hell, and death,
To the third heaven we go.
HOU God of glorious majesty,
To Thee, against myself, to Thee,
A worm of earth, I cry;
A half-awakened child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,
A sinner born to die!
2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Secure, insensible :
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.
3 O God, mine inmost soul convert!
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress :
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness.
4 Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When Thou with clouds shalt come,
To judge the nations at Thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?
5 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry and fear
Eternal bliss to' ensure:
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all Thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.
6 Then, Saviour, then, my soul receive,
Transported from this vale to live
And reign with Thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.
87,87,887. Ringwald & Collyer.
REAT 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.
2 The dead in Christ shall first arise,
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet Him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay;
His presence sheds eternal day
On those prepared to meet Him.
3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears,
Behold His wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing;
The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,
All unprepared to meet Him.
4 Great God, what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
Behold the Judge of man appear,
On clouds of glory seated!
Low at His cross, I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet Him.
TAND the' omnipotent decree :
Jehovah's will be done!
Nature's end we wait to see,
And hear her final groan:
Let this earth dissolve, and blend
In death the wicked and the just,
Let those ponderous orbs descend,
And grind us into dust :
Rests secure the righteous man!
At His Redeemer's beck,
Sure to' emerge, and rise again,
And mount above the wreck;
Lo the heavenly spirit towers,
Like flame, o'er nature's funeral pyre,
Triumphs in immortal powers,
And claps his wings of fire!
3 Nothing hath the just to lose,
By worlds on worlds destroyed;
Far beneath His feet He views,
With smiles, the flaming void:
Sees this universe renewed,
The grand millennial reign begun;
Shouts, with all the sons of God,
Around the' eternal throne !
Resting in this glorious hope
To be at last restored,
Yield we now our bodies up
To earthquake, plague, or sword:
Listening for the call divine,
The latest trumpet of the seven,
Soon our soul and dust shall join,
And both fly up to heaven.
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