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4 Can this be he who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway,
O God, is this the Crucified ?
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain;
The last Judgment.
1 IN the sun, and moon, and stars,
Signs and wonders there shall be ;
Nations with perplexity.
Tossed with stronger tempests, rise ;
Redder lightning rend the skies.
Racking doubt and restless fear;
Shall the Judge of men appear. 4 But though from that awful face
Heaven shall fade, and earth shall fly,
Your redemption draweth nigh.
LUTHER. Judgment Hymn. 1 GREAT God, what do I see and hear ?
The end of things created !
On clouds of glory seated;
Prepare, my soul, to meet him.
SIR W. Scott. The last Day. 1 THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away !
How shall he meet that dreadful day? 2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll ;
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ;3 0, on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Shall the whole world in ashes lay,
2 The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound
Shall through the rending tombs rebound,
And wake the nations under ground. 3 Nature and death shall, with surprise,
Behold the pale offender rise,
And view the Judge with conscious eyes. 4 Then shall, with universal dread,
The sacred mystic book be read,
To try the living and the dead. 5 The Judge ascends his awful throne;
He makes each secret sin be known;
And all with shame confess their own. 6 Prostrate my contrite heart I rend;
My God, my Father, and my Friend,
C. M. Scorch PARAPHRASES.
Hope of Heuren.
In death and ruins lie;
Prepared above the sky.
Shall lodge the holy mind,
By which 'tis now confined.
Shall from this body fly, 'Twill animate a purer frame
With life that cannot die.
4 Such are the hopes that cheer the just;
These hopes their God hath given; His Spirit is the earnest now,
And seals their souls for heaven. 5 What faith rejoices to believe,
We long and pant to see ;
And present, Lord, with thee.
DODDRIDGE. God the everlasting Light of the Saints above. Is. Ix. 20. 1 YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light ;
Pale empress of the night.
In brighter flames arrayed,
No more demands thine aid.
Of my divine abode,
Where I shall reign with God. 4 The Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display;
With that unvaried day.
Shall swell into mine eyes,
Amidst those brighter skies.
6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite,
With infinite delight.
Watts. Death and immediate Glory. 1 THERE is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high,
Till God shall bid it fly.
Must be dissolved and fall; Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father's call. 3 'Tis he by his almighty grace
That forms thee fit for heaven, And, as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit given.
Faith lives upon his word;
We're absent from the Lord.
5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see;
And present, Lord, with thee.