2 How loud shall our glad voices sing, 3 When Jesus we in glory meet, HYMN 584. L. M. Babylon, Carthage. 1 UR life how short! a groan, a sigh; We live and then begin to die : But Oh! how great a mercy this, 2 My soul! death swallows up thy fears, s Oh! how the resurrection light 4 My soul, my body I will trust, 435 W ADDISON. Martyr's, Windsor, Colchester. HEN rising from the bed of death, I see my Maker face to face Oh, how shall I appear! 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclos'd And sit in judgment on my soul, Oh, how shall I appear. 4 Prepare me, Lord, to meet that day, When I shall view these solemn scenes, HYMN 586. C. M. Elgin, Windsor. WATTS. 1 Everlasting absence of God intolerable. THA HAT awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes hasteWhen I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, 3 The thunder of that dismal word "Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, 4 What to be banish'd from my life, 5 Oh, wretched state of deep despair 6 Oh, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands; 1 Show me some promise in thy book, HYMN 587. 8, 7, 4. Littleton, Jordan. Luke xiii. 28. EE th' Eternal Judge descending-View him seated on his throne! Now, poor sinner, now lamenting, Stand and hear thy awful doomTrumpets call thee! Stand and hear thy awful doom. 2 Hear the cries he now is venting, That he ne'er was born again : When I felt his Spirit move." 4 Now, despisers, look and wonder ! Hope and sinners here must part, Louder than a peal of thunder, 1 Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart !" Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart !" Northampton-Chapel, Tabernacle. INNERS, take the friendly warningSoon that awful day shall break, And the trumpet with its dawning, All the slumb'ring millions wake. 2 See assembled ev'ry nation !Lofty cities, temples, tow'rs, Wrapt in dreadful conflagration, Earth and sea the flame devours. 3 Ye, who to the world dissemble, While you practice deeds of night, Sinners, now behold and tremble ; All your crimes are brought to light. 4 Lost in ease, or carnal pleasure, Sporting on the burning brink; Now, you say, you have no leisure, You can find no time to think. 5 Ye-who now, conviction stifling, Waste your time-the loss deplore; Hear the angel-cease your trifling— "Time," he cries, " shall be no more." 6 Pause, and hear the voice of reasonCatch the moments as they flyYou who lose the present season, You must all find time to die. HYMN 589. L. M. Surry, Warwick. NEEDHAM. The Books opened. Rev. xx. 12. 1M Methinks I hear the trumpet sound, ETHINKS the last great day is come; That shakes the earth, rends ev'ry tomb, And wakes the pris'ners under ground. 2 The mighty deep gives up her trust, Aw'd by the Judge's high command; Both small and great now quit their dust, And round the dread tribunal stand. 3 Behold the awful books display'd, Big with th' important fates of men ; Each deed and word now public made, As wrote by heav'n's unerring pen. |