1 And must I be to judgment brought,
And answer, in that day,
For every vain and idle thought,
And every word I say?

2 Yes, every secret of my heart
Shall shortly be made known,
And I receive my just desert

For all that I have done.

3 How careful, then, ought I to live,
With what religious fear,
Who such a strict account must give
For my behavior here!

4 Thou mighty Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow;

So shall I to my ways take heed
In all I speak or do.

833

C. WESLEY.

1 That awful day will surely come,
Th'appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.

2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys,
Thou ruler of my heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the word, "Depart!"

3 The thunder of that awful word

Would so torment my ear, 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear.

836

MERIBAH. C. P. M.

L. MASON.

1 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt
To call thy ransomed people home, [come
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?

2 I love to meet among them now,
Before thy gracious throne to bow,
Though weakest of them all;
But can I bear the piercing thought,
To have my worthless name left out,
When thou for them shalt call?

3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace! Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place, In that expected day :

Thy pard'ning voice, O let me hear, To still each unbelieving fear,

Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 Among thy saints let me be found, Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall To see thy smiling face; [sound,

1 O God, my inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress :

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness!

2 Before me place in dread array
The pomp of that tremendous day,,
When thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar:
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?

3 Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear

Eternal bliss t'insure:
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

C. WESLEY.

1 He reigns, the Lord, the Saviour reigns,
Praise him in evangelic strains;
Let the whole earth in songs rejoice,
And distant islands join their voice.

2 In robes of judgment, lo, he comes!

Shakes the wide earth and cleaves the Before him burns devouring fire, [tombs ; The mountains melt, the seas retire.

3 His enemies, with sore dismay,

Fly from the sight, and shun the day; Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, And sing, for your redemption's nigh. 839

I. WATTS.

1 That fearful day, that day of dread,
When thou shalt judge the quick and
O God! I shudder to foresee [dead;
The awful things which then shall be!
2 When thou shalt come, thine angels round,
With legions, and with trumpet sound;
O Saviour! grant me, in the air,
With all thy saints, to meet thee there!
3 Weep, O my soul! ere that great day,
When God shall shine in plain array;
O weep thy sin, that thou may'st be
In that severest judgment free!
4 O Christ! forgive, remit, protect,
And set thy servant with th' elect;
That I may hear the voice, that calls
The righteous to thy heavenly halls!
Lat., THEODORE.

3

roar,

Red flames of death are bursting round; Bright lightnings flash, loud thunders [ground! How shakes the heaving, broken Dark broods the heavens over thee, Behold, the Judge of all appears; Unnumbered millions throng around, Raised from the buried dust of years. 4 Dark broods the heavens over thee, Sinner, behold thy dreadful doom! Destruction opens wide for thee Thy blindly chosen, final home.

841 1 The 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, shriveling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, And louder yet, and yet more dread, Resounds the trump that wakes the dead,

3 O on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be thou, O Christ, thy people's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

WALTER SCOTT.

845

ARMAGEDDON. L. P. M.

Arr. by A. Ross.

1 Hosanna! hark, the melody

Strikes sweetly on my ravished ear! The constellations make reply,

In echoes from each distant sphere, Till all the wide expansion rings With Live forever, King of kings!"

2 Ripe is the vintage of the earth ;

Its clustering grapes are round and full; And vengeance, vengeance bursts to birth, Sudden and irresistible: Messiah comes to tread amain The wine-press of the battle-plain.

3 The cry is up, the strife begun,
The struggle of the mighty ones,
And Armageddon's day comes on,

The carnival of Slaughter's sons;
War lifts his helmet to his brow-
O God! protect thy people now.

846

1 Wake, Zion, wake! put on thy strength; Don thy rich garb, Jerusalem;

Rise, shine, thy light is come at length, And thou the wicked shalt condemn : But, hark! the war-cry nearer sounds; From land to land destruction bounds.

2 Assemble quickly, fowls of air;

Come to the supper of the Lord; The great ones of the earth prepare

To reap the harvest of the sword;
And captains' flesh shall be your food,
And ye
shall drink of heroes' blood.

3 The cry is up, the strife begun ;

Destruction spreads from field to field; And soon shall Slaughter's work be done;

Soon shall Abaddon's legions yield:
Unnumbered thousands shall be slain,
And cover all Megiddo's plain.
847

1 Ye angels, put the sickle in,
The world is now mature in sin;

The press is full, the fats o'erflow;
The Lord's decisive day is near,
And countless multitudes appear

Before his judgment-seat below.

2 The sun shall set in solemn night, The moon and stars withdraw their light, The shattered earth's foundations