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1 WHEN the last trumpet's awful voice
This rending earth shall shake, When opening graves shall yield their charge,
And dust to life awake,
2 Those bodies that corrupted fell
Shall incorrupted rise,
Immortal in the skies.
3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung
Is now at last fulfilled ;
And, vanquished, quit the field.
4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice,
And thus begin to sing : “O grave, where is thy triumph now?
And where, O death, thy sting?"
Short from the cradle to the grave: Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of Death,
With skill to fly, or power to save ?
For sickness, sorrow, and the dust"?
Lord, where's thy kindness to the just ? 3 Hast thou not promised to thy Son, And all his seed, a heavenly crown?
But flesh and sense indulge despair :
And find a resurrection there.
WATTS. A Prospect of the Resurrection. 1 HOW long shall Death, the tyrant, reign,
And triumph o'er the just,
Lies mingled with the dust?
And from afar descry
And tell how fast they fly.
3 Lo, I behold the scattering shades;
The dawn of heaven appears ;
Its blushes round the spheres. 4 I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around ;
The trumpet shakes the ground. 5 I hear the voice, “Ye dead, arise;"
And, lo, the graves obey,
Salute the expected day.
DODDRIDGE. God quickening the Dead. 1 THE ever-living God
The expiring church shall raise ;
And wake a shout of praise. 2 “Yes," saith the God of truth,
“My dead shall live again;
Reanimate the slain.
In rich abundance round,
To clothe the teeming ground." 4 Thy Zion, Lord, believes
A promise so divine,
To see the glory shine.
DODDRIDGE. A Prospect of Death and Judgment. 1 THE day approacheth, O my soul,
The great, decisive day,
Shall bear thee far away.
And, lo, the Judge appears;
And sink, ye darkened stars.
One precious hour, remain ;
Nor let it pass in vain.
For this, thy board surround;
And in thy presence crowned.
ADDISON. Prospect of Judgment. 1 WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face,
O, how shall I appear!
And mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought,
3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe,
0, how shall I appear!
Thy nature is benign;
For mercy, Lord, is thine.
On my benighted soul;
And all my fears control.
In that decisive hour
And time shall be no more.
Bishop HEBER. Christ coming to Judgment. 1 THE Lord will come; the earth shall quake,
The hills their fixed seat forsake ;
The stars withdraw their feeble light. 2 The Lord will come, but not the same
As once in lowly form he came,
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come, a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,