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PSALM 17. I wodi L. M. 1 What sinners value I resign:

Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine!
I shall behold Thy blissful face,

And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream, an empty show;'

But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere :

When shall I wake and find me there?
3 O glorious hour! O blest abode !

I shall be near and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control

The sacred pleasures of the soul.
4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,

Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Savior's image rise.

Watts. 1719. 601

C. M. 1 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope,

That when my change shall come,
Angels will hover round my bed,

And waft my spirit home.
2 There shall my disimprisoned soul

Behold Him and adore;
Be with His likeness satisfied, it is

And grieve and sin no more.
3 Shall see Him wear that very flesh

On which my guilt was lain;
His Love intense, His merit fresh,

As though but newly slain.
4 Soon too my slumbering dust shall hear

The trumpet's quickening sound;
And, by my Savior's power rebuilt,

At His right hand be found.

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5 These eyes shall see Him in that day,

The Lord that died for me :
And all my rising bones shall say,

Lord, who is like to Thee !
6 If such the views which grace unfolds,

Weak as it is below,
What raptures must the Church above
In Jesus' presence know!

Augustus M. Toplady. 1777. a. 602

rys. 1 “SPIRIT, leave thy house of clay:

Lingering dust, resign thy breath!
Spirit, cast thy chains away;

Dust, be thou dissolved in death!"
Thus the mighty Savior speaks,

While the faithful Christian dies;
Thus the bonds of life he breaks,

And the ransomed captive flies.
2 “Prisoner, long detained below,

Prisoner, now with freedom blest;
Welcome from a world of woe,

Welcome to a land of rest!"
Thus the choir of angels sing,

As they bear the soul on high,
While with hallelujahs ring

All the regions of the sky.
3 Grave, the guardian of our dust,

Grave, the treasury of the skies,
Every atom of thy trust

Rests in hope again to rise.
Hark! the judgment-trumpet calls,

“Soul, rebuild thy house of clay;
Immortality thy walls,
And eternity thy day!”

James Montgomery. 1803. a.

JUDGMENT. 1. 603

L. U. 1 The Lord will come! the earth shall quake,

The hills their fixed seat forsake;
And withering, from the vault of night

The stars withdraw their feeble light. 2 The Lord will come! but not the same

As once in lowly form He came,
A silent Lamb to slaughter led,

The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come! a dreadful form,

With wreath of fame, and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,

Anointed Judge of human kind ! : 4 Can this be He who wont to stray

A pilgrim on the world's highway,
By power opprest, and mocked by pride ?

O God, is This the Crucified ?
5 Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain!,

Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain !
But faith, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy, the Lord, is come!

Reginald Heber. 1827. 604

8,7 1 Lo! He comes, with clouds descending,

Once for favored sinners slain!
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train.

God appears on earth to reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold Him

Robed in dreadful majesty;

Those who set at naught and sold Him,


Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,

Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 The dear tokens of His Passion

Still his dazzling Body bears:
Cause of endless exultation
To His ransomed worshippers;

With what rapture
Gazę we on these glorious scars!
4 Yea, Amen! let all adore Thee,

High on Thine eternal throne!
Savior, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for Thine own!

Come, Lord Jesus !
Everlasting God, come down!

C. Wesley. 1758. a. 605

Tambic 8,7. 1 GREAT God, what do I see and hear!

The end of things created !
The Judge of man I see 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, I

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 eterual day

On those prepared to meet Him.
3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears,

Behold His wrath prevailing,
For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing;

The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,

All unprepared to meet Him.
4 Great God, what do I see and hear!

The end of things created !
The Judge of all men doth appear,

On clouds of glory seated :
Beneath His Cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet Him.

Partly William Bengo Collyer. 1812. 60G

L. M. 1 Thar Day of wrath, that dreadful Day,

When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay?

How shall be meet that dreadful Day?
2 Whensh, rivelling like a parched scroll,

The flaming heavens together roll;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,

Swells the high trump that wakes the dead: 3 Lord ! on that Day, that wrathful Day,

When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be Thou, O Christ, the sinper's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

Sir Walter Scott. 1805. a, 607

C. M. 1 The angel comes, he comes to reap

The barvest of the Lord !
O’er all the earth, with fatal sweep,

Wide waves his flaming sword.
2 And who are they, in sheaves to bide

The fire of vengeance bound ? It
The tares, whose rank luxuriant pride

Choked the fair crop arouşd...

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