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Depart from me accurs'd
To everlasting flame,

For rebel-angels first prepar'd!
Where mercy never came."

How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,

When earth and heav'n, before His face,
Astonish'd, shrink away?

But, ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,

Hark! from the Gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread !

Ye sinners, seek His grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; Fly to the shelter of His cross, And find salvation there.

HYMN 55.

DAY of Judgment, day of wonders!
Hark the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than ten thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!

How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!

See the Judge, our nature wearing,
Cloth'd in Majesty divine !
You who long for His appearing,

Then shall say, "This God is mine!"

Gracious Saviour,

Own me in that day for Thine!

At His call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea : All the pow'rs of nature shaken : From His looks prepare to flee : Careless sinner!

What will then become of thee?

Horrors past imagination

Will surprise your trembling heart,

When you

Hence, accursed wretch, depart,
Thou with Satan

And his angels have thy part !"

But to those who have confessed,
Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below,
He will say, "Come, come ye blessed,
See the kingdom I bestow !

You for ever

Shall My love and glory know."

HYMN 56.

LO! He comes with clouds descending;
Once for favour'd sinners slain !
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train !
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Amen.

Every eye shall now behold Him,

Rob'd in dreadful majesty ;

Those who set at nought and sold Him, Pierc'd and nail'd Him to the tree,

Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

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!

Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear!
All His saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air!

Hallelujah!

See the day of God appear !

HYMN 57.

GREAT GOD, what do I see and hear?
The end of things created;
The Judge of mankind doth appear,
On clouds of glory seated:
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore
The dead which they contained before,—
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him!

The dead in Christ are first to rise,
And greet th' Archangel's warning;

To meet the Saviour in the skies,
On this auspicious morning;
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
sheds eternal day
On those prepar'd to meet Him.

His

presence

Far over space, to distant spheres,

The lightnings are prevailing ;

The ungodly rise, and all their tears,
And sighs are unavailing.

The day of grace is past and gone,
They shake before the judgment throne,
All unprepar'd to meet Him.

HYMN 58.

HEARKEN to the solemn voice,
The awful midnight cry!
Waiting souls, rejoice, rejoice,
And see the bridegroom nigh!
Lo! He comes to keep His word;
Light and joy His looks impart :
ye forth to meet your Lord,
And meet Him in your heart.

Go

Ye, whose loins are girt, stand forth,
Whose lamps are burning bright;
Worthy in your Saviour's worth,

To walk with Him in white;
Jesus bids your hearts be clean;
Bids you all His promise prove :

Jesus comes to cast out sin,

And perfect you in love.

HYMN 59.

THAT day of wrath! that dreadful day, When heav'n and earth shall pass away, What pow'r shall be the sinner's stay? Whom shall he trust that dreadful day?

When shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heav'ns together roll;
When, louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead;

Oh! on that day, that dreadful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be Thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay,
Though heav'n and earth shall pass away.

HYMN 60.

THE chariot! the chariot ! its wheels roll in fire,
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of His ire :
Self-moving, it drives on its pathway of cloud,
And the heav'ns with the burthen of Godhead are
bow'd.

The glory! the glory! around Him are pour'd,
The myriads of angels that wait on the Lord;
And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are there,
And all who the palm-wreaths of victory wear.

The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard ; Lo! the depths of the stone-cover'd monuments

stirr'd!

From ocean and earth, from the south pole, and north, Lo, the vast generation of ages come forth.

The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met;
All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on His word.