3 Ye whose loins are girt, stand forth, 438 (158) 2 S.M. C. WESLEY. THOU Judge of quick and dead, Before whose bar severe, With holy joy, or guilty dread, And fill us now with watchful care, To pray, and wait the hour, That awful hour unknown; When, robed in majesty and power, Thou shalt from heaven come down, The' immortal Son of Man, With all Thy Father's dazzling train, 3 To damp our earthly joys, 4 Our lot among the blest; 439 (150) C.M. ADDISON. WO'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, HEN rising from the bed of death, I see my Maker, face to face, Oh! how shall I appear? 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My soul with inward horror shrinks, 3 When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, 4 Oh! may my broken contrite heart And early, with repentant tears, 5 For, never shall my soul despair Who knows Thine only Son has died 440 L.M. SCOTT. THAT 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. 441 (154) 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. 442 (155) HE great Archangel's trump shall sound, While twice tenthousand thundersroar,) Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground, And make the greetly sea restore. 2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead, The earth no more her slain conceal ; Sinners shall lift their guilty head, 4 We, while the stars from heaven shall fall, 5 The earth, and all the works therein, JESUS, faithful to His word, Shall with a shout descend; C. WESLEY. All heaven's host their glorious Lord Christ shall come, with dreadful noise, 2 First the dead in Christ shall rise; Shall be caught up to the skies, We shall meet Him in the air, All rapt up to heaven shall be; Find, and love, and praise Him there, To all eternity. Who can tell the happiness This glorious hope affords? Joy unuttered we possess In these reviving words: Happy while on earth we breathe, 444 (156) THOU God of glorious majesty, To Thee, against myself, to Thee, A half-awakened child of man, 2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land, A point of time, a moment's space, 3 O God, mine inmost soul convert ! Give me to feel their solemn weight, When Thou with clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at Thy bar; 5 Be this my one great business here, 6 Then, Saviour, then, my soul receive, |