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He will say, “Come near, ye blessed,
You for ever
Copyright: by permission of Mr. MASTERS.
On whose sentence all dependeth!
Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth,
Thence shall judgment be awarded.
Who for me be interceding,
Shall such grace be vainly brought me ? 4 Guilty, now, I pour my moaning,
All my shame with anguish owning ;
And to me a hope vouchsafest.
Yet, good Lord, in grace complying,
6 While the wicked are confounded,
Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
S.M. DODDRIDGE. 1755.
A And must the dead arise ?
His all-discerning eyes?
Shall the dread sentence sound,
Spread black despair around ? 3 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,
Astonished, shrink away?
The mansions of the dead,
What joyful tidings spread! 5 Ye sinners, seek His grace
Whose wrath ye cannot bear :
And find salvation there.
By which the Saviour bled,
His blessings on your head. 452
2 When the world has passed away,
When draws near the judgment-day, :
Say, 0, where wilt thou be found ? 3 When the Judge descends in light,
Clothed in majesty and might,
Where, O where, wilt thou appear ?
When the saints and thou must part ?
Sinner, where wilt thou be found ? 5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh,
Quickly to the Saviour fly;
Then in heaven shalt thou appear. 453 (167) : C.M. C. Wesley. 1756.
TOE to the men on earth who dwell,
V Nor dread the Almighty's frown;
And shower His judgments down !
To meet your God prepare !
His vial in the air.
The mountains are not found,
And in the ocean drowned.
And face the Judge severe ?
Oh! where shall I appear ?
We may a place provide ; Beyond the grave, beyond the power
Of hell, our spirits hide :
6 Firm in the all-destroying shock,
May view the final scene;
Is cleft to take us in. 454
C.M. C. Wesley. 1756.
And in the cleft remain.
We sink into Thy side;
Shall evermore abide.
The latest lightning glare ;
Dissolve as liquid air :
And all in smoke expire !
When nature is destroyed,
Throughout the flaming void.
He speaks the Almighty word :
And Paradise restored.
This ruinous earth and skies ;
The New Creation rise.
Thy brightest majesty!
My Lord, remember me!
8,7,4. C. WESLEY. 1758.
Robed in dreadful majesty ;
Still His dazzling body bears ;
With what rapture
High on Thy eternal throne;
Jah ! Jehovah!
4-6s & 2-88. C. Wesley. 1749. VE virgin souls arise,
I With all the dead awake!
Oil in your vessels take;
The nations to His bar,
Who fit for glory are :