1 And will the Judge descend? And must the dead arise? And not a single soul escape His all-discerning eyes? 2 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day, When earth and heaven before his face, Astonished, shrink away? 3 But ere the trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead, Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound What joyful tidings spread! 4 Ye sinners, seek his grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; Flee to the shelter of his cross, And find salvation there. P. DODDRIDGE. 850 1 Thou Judge of quick and dead, 2 Our cautioned souls prepare For that tremendous day, 3 To pray and wait the hour, 4 Th' immortal Son of man, To judge the human race, 851 1 Behold, with awful pomp, C. WESLEY. 852 WOODMAN. 8s. F. S. STANTON. 1. Day of wrath, that day of mourning! See ful-filled the proph-ets' warning, Copyright, 1894, by CHAS. H. WOODMAN, Manager. Heaven and earth in ash -es burn-ing! Heaven and earth in ash - es burning! 1 Day of wrath, that day of mourning! See fulfilled 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 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning; 853 1 See at last the signs portending Earth's full ripeness for its ending, |: Christ the Lord himself descending. :|| 2 Sun and moon in doom appalling, Starry spheres from heaven falling, : Boding fear the world enthralling. :|| 3 In the clouds with awful splendor, Dooms to seal, rewards to render, : Comes the saints' beloved Defender. :|| 4 Scene all other scenes transcending, Power and glory interblending, : Far beyond our comprehending. :|| 5 Lo, the shout o'er earth resounding The archangel's voice astounding, |: Unbelieving souls confounding! :|| 6 Day of terror, work of wonder! Trump of God, like mighty thunder, |: Rends all sepulchres asunder! :|| 7 Come, ye blessed! Christ the giver Calls to kingdoms fading never ||: Heaven's all-glorious life forever! 8 While thy triumph, Lord, is nearing, May I, faithful, nothing fearing, |: Spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning. :|||||: Love and look for thy appearing. :|| 9 Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution Grant thy gift of absolution, : Ere that day of retribution. :|| 9 O this precious great salvation! Grander in the consummation ||: Of the new and last creation! :|| S. D. PHElps. 854 THE CHARIOT. 125. J. WILLIAMS. 1. The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire, As the Lord com-eth down in the pomp of his ire; Lo, self-moving, it drives on its dpath-way ofcloud, And the heavens with the bur-den of God-head are bowed. 1 The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire, 2 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard ; Lo, the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred! 3 The glory! the glory! around him are poured 5 In mercy, in mercy, look down from above, Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love! H. H. MILMAN. 856 EMMONS. C. M. F. BURGMULLER. 1. Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb, I love to hear of thee; No mu-sic's like thy +4 charm-ing name, Nor half so sweet can be, Nor half so sweet can be. 1 The time draws nigh, when, from the clouds, Christ shall with shouts descend, And the last trumpet's awful voice |: The heavens and earth shall rend. :|| 2 The saints of God, from death set free, With joy shall mount on high; The heavenly hosts, with praises loud, |: Shall meet them in the sky. :|| 3 Together to their Father's house With joyful hearts they go; And dwell forever with the Lord, |: Beyond the reach of woe. :|| 4 A few short years of evil past, We reach the happy shore, Where death-divided friends at last |: Shall meet, to part no more. :|| M. BRUCE. 858 1 Soon all shall hail our Jesus' name, 2 Ascending saints shall sound the lyre, And, as as they sound it, fall Before his face, who formed their choir, ||: And hail him Lord of all. :|| 3 The remnant saved from Israel's race, Redeemed from Israel's fall, Shall praise him for his wondrous grace, ||: And hail him Lord of all. :|| 859 1 Sweet rivers of redeeming love 2 A few more days, or months, at most, My troubles will be o'er; I hope to join the heavenly host 3 O come, my Saviour, come away, |