2 God will support our hearts
With might before unknown;
The work to be performed is ours,
The strength is all his own.

3 'Tis he that works to will,
'Tis he that works to do;
His is the power by which we act,
His be the glory too!

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XI. THE JUDGMENT,

"He hath covered me with the robe of L.M.
righteousness."

JESUS, thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress,
'Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd,
With joy shall I lift up my head.

2 Bold shall I stand in thy great day,
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am,
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.

3 When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies,
E'en then this shall be all my plea→
Jesus hath lived, hath died for me.

4 Thou God of power, thou God of love,
Let the whole world thy mercy prove;
Now let thy word o'er all prevail;
Now take the spoils of death and hell.

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"All that are in the graves shall hear 88.78. 4. his voice, and shall come forth."

DAY of judgment, day of wonders!

Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!
2 See the Judge our nature wearing,
Clothed in majesty divine!
You who long for his appearing,
Then shall say, This God is mine:
Gracious Saviour,

Own me in that day for thine! 3 At his call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea:
All the powers of nature, shaken
By his looks, prepare to flee:
Careless sinner!

What will then become of thee?
4 But to those who have confessed,
Loved, and served the Lord below,
He will say, Come near, ye blessèd,
Take the kingdom I bestow :
You for ever

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Shall my love and glory know.

"Yet once more I shake not the earth only, S. M. but also heaven."

OW will my heart endure

The terrors of that day,

When earth and heaven before his face
Astonish'd shrink away?

2 But ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,

Hark! from the Gospel's cheering sound
What joyful tidings spread.

3 Ye sinners, seek his grace,

Whose wrath ye cannot bear ;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.

4 So shall that curse remove,
By which the Saviour bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your
head.

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"The Lord grant him that he may find

mercy of the Lord in that day."

P.M.

AY of wrath! that day of mourning!

DAY
See fulfill'd the prophets' warning,

Heaven and earth in ashes burning!

2 O what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth, On whose sentence all dependeth!

3 Lo! the trumpet's wondrous swelling Peals through each sepulchral dwelling, All before the throne compelling.

4 Death is struck, and nature quaking,
All creation is awaking,

To its Judge an answer making.
5 Lo! the book exactly worded,
Wherein all hath been recorded:
Thence shall justice be awarded.

6 When the Judge his seat attaineth,
And each hidden deed arraigneth,
Nothing unavenged remaineth.

7 When shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding,
When the just are mercy needing?
8 King of Majesty tremendous,
Who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity! then befriend us!
9 Think, kind Jesus, my salvation
Cost thy wondrous incarnation;
Leave me not to reprobation!

10 Faint and weary thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me. Shall such grace in vain be brought me ? 11 Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant thy gift of absolution,

Ere that day of retribution.

12 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning ; Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning! 13 Thou the harlot gav'st remission, Heard'st the dying thief's petition; Hopeless else were my condition. 14 Worthless are my prayers and sighing, Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying!

15 With thy favoured sheep O place me! Nor among the goats abase me;

But to thy right hand upraise me.

16 While the wicked are confounded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, Call me, with thy saints surrounded. 17 Bow my heart in meek submission, Strewn with ashes of contrition; Help me in my lost condition. 18 Day of sorrows, day of weeping, When, in dust no longer sleeping, Man awakes in thy dread keeping! 19 To the rest thou didst prepare him By thy Cross, O Christ, upbear him; Spare, O God, in mercy spare him. 484 "The time of the dead is come, that 8s. 78.8s. GREAT God, what do I see and hear!

they should be judged."

The end of things created!

The Judge of mankind doth 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, fill'd with guilty fears, Behold his wrath prevailing;

For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing :