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800 I O'ER the distant mountains breaking,
Comes the reddening dawn of day; Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray:
'Tis thy Saviour, On His bright, returning way. 2 0 Thou long-expected, weary Waits
my anxious soul for Thee ; Life is dark, and earth is dreary, Where Thy light I do not see:
O my Saviour,
4 Nearer is my soul's salvation,
Spent the night, the day at hand; Keep me in my lowly station, Watching for Thee, till I stand,
O my Saviour, In Thy bright and promised land! 5 With my lamp well-trimmed and burn
Come, my Saviour !
God the Father, God the Son,
3 Long, too long, in sin and sadness, Far away
from Thee I pine ;
O my Saviour,
Once for favored sinners slain ;
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Heaven and earth, shall flee away ; All who hate Him must, confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day;
Come to judgment ! Come to judgment! come away! 4 Answer Thine own Bride and Spirit;
Hasten, Lord, and quickly come!
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Oh, come quickly!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, Louder than a thousand thunders, Shakes the vast creation round:
How the summons
Clothed in majesty divine !
Rise to life from earth and sea;
Loved and served the Lord below, He will say,—“Come near, ye
blessed! See the kingdom I bestow
5 Yea, amen! let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne !
804 1 When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt 1 Lo, on a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, To take Thy ransomed people home, Yet how insensible! Shall I among them stand?
A point of time, a moment's space, Shall such a worthless worm as I, Removes me to yon heavenly place, Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Or shuts me up in hell.
2 O God, my inmost soul convert, 2 I love to meet Thy people now,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart Before Thy feet with them to bow,
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight, But-can I bear the piercing thought
And save me ere it be too late; What if my name should be left out, Wake me to righteousness. When Thou for them shall call !
3 Before me place, in bright array, 3 O Lord, prevent it by Thy grace; Be Thou my only Hiding-place,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When Thou with clouds shalt come In this the accepted day:
To judge the nations at Thy bar; Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, Nor let me fall, I pray!
To meet a joyful doom? 4 Among Thy saints let me be found, 4 Then, Saviour, then my soul reWhene'er the Archangel's trump shall
ceive, To see Thy smiling face ; (sound, Transported from this vale, to live Then loudest of the throng I'll sing, And reign with Thee above ; While heaven's resounding mansions Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, ring
And hope in full, supreme delight, With shouts of sovereign grace.
And everlasting love.
And must the dead arise,
His all-discerning eyes? 2 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,
The mansions of the dead,
What joyful tidings spread ! 4 Ye sinners, seek His grace
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
And find salvation there. 5 So shall that curse remove,
By which the Saviour bled ;
His blessings on your head.
Before whose bar severe,
We all shall soon appear : 2 Our cautioned souls prepare
For that tremendous day;
And stir us up to pray:
and wait the hour,
To judge the human race,
With all Thy glorious grace. 5 Oh may we thus be found
Obedient to His word,
And looking for our Lord ! 6 Oh may we thus insure
Our lot among the blest ;
An everlasting rest.
I from the grave must rise,
And see the flaming skies.
One wretched sinner die,
From endless misery!
Thy dreadful wrath severe ;
I may with joy appear !
When louder yet, and yet more dread, I The Lord will come ! the earth shall
Swells the high trump that wakes the quake;
dead! The hills their fixéd seat forsake; 3 Oh, on that day, that wrathful day, And, withering, from the vault of night When man to judgment wakes from The stars withdraw their feeble light.
clay, 2 The Lord will come! but not the same
Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay, As once in lowly form He came,
Though heaven and earth shall pass A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
away! The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 810 3 The Lord will come ! a dreadful form, 1 The last loud trumpet's wondrous With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
sound On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Does through the rending tombs reAnointed Judge of human kind !
bound; 4 Can this be He, who wont to stray The Judge ascends His awful throne,
A pilgrim on the world's highway, He makes each secret sin be known, By power oppressed, and mocked by And all with shame confess their own. pride,
2 Thou great Creator of mankind, The Nazarene, the Crucified ?
Amazing fears o'erwhelm my mind; 5 While sinners in despair shall call, My sins my heart with anguish rend; “Rocks, hide us ! mountains, on us My God, my Saviour, and my friend, fall !!
Do not forsake me in the end ! The saints, ascending from the tomb,
3 Thou who for me didst feel such pain, Shall sing for joy, “The Lord is
Whose precious blood the cross did come !"
Let not those agonies be vain ; i That day of wrath! that dreadful day
debt, too great to pay, When heaven and earth shall pass
Before the last accounting day. away!
4 From that insatiable abyss, What power shall be the sinner's stay? Where Aames devour, where Satan is,
How shall he meet that dreadful day? Oh save and bring me to Thy bliss; 2 When, shriveling like a parchéd scroll, Give to my ransomed soul a place
The flaming heavens together roll; Among thy chosen right-hand race.