2 These are they, whose tears did flow,
While they dwelt on earth below;
These are they, who suffer'd shame
For their lov'd Redeemer's name!
3 Now, releas'd from wo and care,
They a crown of glory wear ;
Now they dwell in heav'n above,
Blest with their Redeemer's love!
4 And their song shall ever rise,
And re-echo through the skies,—
Glory to the Lamb, once slain;
Praise in everlasting strain!"
1 I SEE the mighty Judge appear,
On throne of glory seated!
The loud, resounding trump I hear,
By which the dead are greeted!
And all the sleepers in the ground
I see uprising at the sound:
JESUS! they rise to meet Thee!
2 On thy left hand I see the crowd
Of men deprav'd and wretched:
I hear the wailings shrill and loud,
I see the arms outstretched!
And O, their terror and dismay
At this most awful, final day!
JESUS! they dread to meet Thee!
3 At thy right hand I see the throng
In garments white all gleaming;
I listen, but hear not their song,
Though bright each face is beaming:
In silence they await their doom,
But not in sadness and in gloom:
JESUS! they're glad to meet Thee!
4 And now I hear the Judge's voice,
The doom of all declaring ;-
"Depart, ye cursed, from all joys
Into the flames now glaring!"—
"But come, ye blest, with Me to know
The streams of good, which ever flow!"
Thus, JESUS! all do meet Thee!
5 And O, my soul, art thou prepared
To hear the trumpet sounding?
To hear thy sentence loud declared,
Bright angels, thee surrounding?
And will that sentence thee approve,
And lift thee up to heav'n above?-
Thus, JESUS, may I meet Thee!
78. Southampton. Pilgrim Chant.
Day of Judgment.
1 O, THAT fire! before whose face
Heav'n and earth shall find no place!
O those eyes! whose angry light
Are the day of that dread night!
20 that trump, whose blast shall run
Even round with circling sun,
Urging murm'ring graves to bring
All men forth to meet their King!
3 Dread of nature, hell and death!
When a deep groan from beneath
Cries, "We come, we come!" and all
Caves of night answer one call!
4 O that book! whose leaves so bright
Set the word in dreaded light!
O the Judge! whose hand, whose eye
None endure, yet none can fly!
mp 5 Mercy! Lord! mercy, I cry,
With pale cheek and bleeding eye;
Thou, my Hope, my Judge, my Friend,
Shield me, bless me to the end!
6 When thy frown shall last proclaim
Left-hand goats to folds of flame,
And thy lost sheep found shall be,—
"Come, ye blest!" say Thou to me!
1 HARK! the final trump is sounding!
Loud it rings through earth and hell,
Ev'ry living ear astounding,
Waking slumb'rers in their cell:
Lo! the sleepers
Waking from their narrow cell!
2 See! the glorious Judge is seated
On his cloud-built throne on high,
And by angel-hosts is greeted,
All earth's myriads standing nigh;
Lo! the weepers,
Rising from the dead, stand nigh!
3 All his murd'rers are before Him,
All, who slighted mercy free;
While the righteous now adore Him,
Sinners from Him all would flee;
But, O sinners!
Whither, whither can ye flee?
4 Hark! that voice of dreadful thunder,
"Now, ye cursed, all depart!"
Hark! the voice of love and wonder,
"Come, ye blessed, to my heart!"
These to heaven
Rising, those to hell depart!
Sicilian Hymn. Greenville.
Resurrection of the Pious.
1 SHALL the sleepers sleep forever?
Shall the form of loveliness,
Turn'd to dust, be built up never,
Nor again thy vision bless?
O poor Mourner,
Shall it not thy vision bless?
2 Yes, it will be new created,
Rising up in lovelier guise ;
Then thy heart with bliss is sated,
Then pure rapture lights thine eyes:
O Rejoicer,
Purest rapture lights thine eyes!
1 HARK! the arch-angel's trump is sounding! Wide its thrilling notes are spread,
Every living ear astounding,
Waking up the slumb'ring dead!
All are summoned
To the Judgment seat most dread!
2 Then, by angel-hosts divided,
Lo, arranged on the left,
All, who once the truth derided,
Stand dismay'd, of hope bereft;
O, how dreadful!
Of all joy and hope bereft!
3 But the holy then are placed
Near the Judge, at his right hand:
O, the gladness to be traced
In their looks, as there they stand!
O the raptures,
Which do thrill them, as they stand!
4 These do hear,-" O, come, ye blessed!
Come, with Me forever dwell!"
To the rest is doom addressed,-
"Go, ye cursed, down to hell!"
O, the difference!
Endless heaven, endless hell!
Sapphic Measure.
Final Judgment.
1 HARK! the trump sounding, and the ear, that sleepeth,
Hears the loud summons to the awful judgment:
All the dead rising, and the sinner weepeth,
Coming to judgment.
2 Lo, the Judge throned on the clouds outshining!
All th' immortals at his bar are standing:
Vain are strong terrors, or the soul's repining;
All there are standing!
3 On the left, hopeless, are the wretched tremblers:
They are men sinful, to the flames condemned,
Foes to all goodness, the unmask'd dissemblers,
Lost and condemned!
4 On the right, joyful, are the blest ones bowing;
They are approved by the Judge in mercy;
Grateful affection to the Savior showing,
1 O, DAY of wrath! O dreadful day,
When heav'n and earth shall pass away!
How will the guilty sinner shake,
When judgment pomp on him shall break?
2 The trump will send a startling sound
To all the sleepers in the ground;
And all will wake, and with surprise
Behold the Judge in flaming skies.
3 In vain will reprobates then call
On rocks and mountains down to fall,
And whelm them in the ruin wide,-
Their souls from angry Judge to hide.
aff 4 0, JESUs, Savior, full of love!
Let me thy great salvation prove;
So shall I welcome that dread day,
When heav'n and earth shall pass away!
The heavenly Jerus lem.
1 JERUSALEM! my happy home!
Name ever dear to me!
O, when beneath thy heav'n-built dome
Shall I my Savior see?
2 O, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,-
Thy courts by ransom'd millions trod,—
Where sabbaths never end?
3 There happier bow'rs, than Eden's, bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats! through earthly storm and gloom
I onward press to you!
4 Why should the forms of wo affright?
Or coming death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in sight,
And realms of endless day!
5 Jerusalem! my happy home!
Name ever dear to me!
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