4 Stay, fancy, stay, and drop thy wings,
Repress thy flight too daring!
One wondrous sight my comfort brings,
The Judge my nature wearing.
Beneath his cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet him.

William Bengo Collyer, 1812.

(First Stanza Anon., from Bartholomew Ringwaldt, 1585.)

1024.

8s, 7s & 4.

1 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!
Ye, 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 look, prepare to flee: Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee!

4 But to those who have confesséd,

Loved and served the Lord below, He will say, "Come near, ye blessed! See the kingdom I bestow:

You forever

Shall my love and glory know."

John Newton, 1779.

1025.

8s, 7s & 4.

1 Lo! he cometh! countless trumpets Blow, to raise the sleeping dead; 'Mid ten thousand saints and angels, See their great exalted Head! Hallelujah!

Welcome, welcome, Son of God!

2 Now his merit, by the harpers,

Through the eternal deep resounds; Now resplendent shine his nail-prints, Every eye shall see his wounds;

They who pierced him

Shall at his

appearance wail.

3 Full of joyful expectation,

Saints behold the Judge appear;
Truth and justice go before him;
Now the royal sentence hear:
Hallelujah!

Welcome, welcome, Judge divine.

4" Come, ye blesséd of my Father,
Enter into life and joy ;

Banish all your fears and sorrows;
Endless praise be your employ:'
Hallelujah!

Welcome, welcome to the skies.

1026.

John Cennick, 1752.

8s, 7s & 4.

1 Lo, he comes, with clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of his train : Hallelujah!

God appears on earth to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him Robed in dreadful majesty;

Those who set at nought, and sold him,
Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth, shall flee away;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day;
Come to judgment!

Come to judgment, come away!
4 Answer thine own Bride and Spirit,
Hasten, Lord, and quickly come :
The new heaven and earth to inherit,
Take thy pining exiles home:
All creation

Travails, groans, and bids thee come!
5 Yea, amen; let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdoins for thine own:
Oh, come quickly,

Everlasting God, come down.

1027.

John Cennick, 1752. Charles Wesley, 1758.
Varied by Martin Madan, 1760.

C. P. M.

1 WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt

come

To take thy ransomed people home,
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 feet to bow,
Though vilest of them all;

But can I bear the piercing thought?

What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call!

3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace;
Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place,
In this th' accepted day:

Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;
Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 Let me among thy saints be found, Whene'er th' archangel's trump shal To see thy smiling face;

[sound,

Then loudest of the throng I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.

1028.

Selina, Countess of Huntingdon, 1772, a.

C. M.

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 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the sound, "Depart!"

3 Oh, wretched state of deep despair!
To see my God remove,

And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love!

4 Jesus, I throw my arms around
And hang upon thy breast;
Without a gracious smile from thee,
My spirit cannot rest.

5 Oh, tell me that my worthless name
Is
graven on thy hands!

Show me some promise in thy book,
Where my salvation stands!

6 Give me one kind, assuring word,
To sink my fears again;

And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

1029.

HEAVEN.

7s & 68

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things

Towards heaven, thy native place:
Sun and moon and stars decay;

Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So my soul, derived from God,
Pants to view his glorious face,
Forward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given,
All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

Robert Seagrave, 1742.