Tho' of fi'ry, flaming dart
The tempter levels at my heart;
With this I all his rage repel-

My Jesus hath done all things well. [8 Sometimes my Lord his face does hide, To make me pray or kill my pride; Yet then it on my mind does dwell My Jesus hath done all things well.] 9 Soon shall I pass the vale of death, And in his arms shall lose my breath; Yet then my happy soul shall tell, My Jesus hath done all things well. 10 And when to that bright world I rise, And join the anthems of the skies, Above the rest this note shall swell, My Jesus hath done all things well. 375. L. M. Davies. Judgment....Isaiah xxiv. 18-20.

1 HOW great, how terrible that God,
Who shakes creation with his nod!
He frowns, and earth's foundations shake,
And all the wheels of nature break,
2 See now the glorious, dreadful day,
That takes th' enormous load away!
See ocean, earth, all nature's frame,
Sink in one universal flame!

3 Where now, O where shall sinners seek
For shelter in the gen'ral wreck?
Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown?
See rocks, like snow, dissolving down!

4 In vain for mercy now they cry;
In lakes of liquid fire they lie;
There on the flaming billows tost,
For ever, O, for ever lost!

5 But saints, undaunted and serene,

Your eyes shall view the dreadful scene; Your saviour lives, the worlds expire, And earth and skies dissolve in fire. 6 Jesus the helpless sinner's friend, To thee my all I dare commend; Thou canst preserve my feeble soul, When lightnings blaze from pole to pole. 376. L. M. Needham.

Books opened....Rev. xx. 12.

1 METHINKS the last great day is come,
Methinks I hear the trumpet sound,
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 In vain the wicked strive to shun
The Judge's quick and piercing eye;
In vain to hills and mountains run,
And to the rocks for shelter cry.]
4 Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th' important fates of men!
Each word and deed now public made,
Written by heaven's unerring pen.
5 To ev'ry soul the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward;
Sinners in vain lament and pine;
No pleas the Judge will here regard.
6 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold,

May life's fair book my soul approves
There may I read my name enroll❜d,
And triumph in redeeming love.

377. C. M. Unwin. Judgment....2 Pet. iii. 11, 12.

1 METHINKS I hear th' archangel sound
The solemn trump aloud,

And call the tribes on earthly ground,
To meet their sov'reign God.

2 He comes! he comes! a cloud's his throne,
And garbs majestic wear;

Ten thousand his great God-head own,
And shout it through the air.

3 The sun observes his sov'reign nod,
And hides his ev'ry ray,

While all the stars acknowledge God,
And give the judgment way.

4 The bursting tombs give up their dead,
Nor keep them longer bound;
While flaming fire around doth spread,
And thunders shake the ground.

5 The diff'rent tribes of heaven and hell,
And seas and worlds abroad-
A number which no tongue can tell
Appear before their God.

6 On earth by various names they went;
My soul, what sects they were;
But now the sinner and the saint
Are all the names they bear.

378. 8. 8. 6. Ovington's sel.

Longing for a place at God's right hand...2 Thes. i. 10.

1 WHEN thou my righteous Judge shalt come To fetch thy ransom'd people home,

Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as 1,
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,
Tho' 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 Dear Lord, prevent it by thy grace-
Be thou my only hiding place,
In this th' accepted day;
'Thy pard'ning voice. O let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,

Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 Among thy saints let me be found,
Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound,
To see thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sov'reign grace.

1

379. 148th. Wesley.

Midnight Cry....Matt. xxv. 6.

YE virgin souls arise,

With all the dead awake;

Unto salvation wise,

Oil in your vessels take;
Upstarting at the midnight cry,

Behold your heavenly bridegroom nigh.

2 He comes, he comes, to call

3

The nations to his bar,

And takes to glory all

Who meet for glory are;

Make ready for your free reward;
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord.

Go, meet him in the sky,

Your everlasting friend;

4.

Your head to glorify,
With all his saints ascend;

Ye pure

in heart, obtain the grace,
To see, without a veil, his face.

Ye saints, rejoice in hope
Of that great day unknown,
When you shall be caught up,
To stand before his throne-
Call'd to partake the marriage feast,
And lean on your Immanuel's breast.

380. 8. 7. 4. Strateer.

Judgment....Matt. xxiv. 32...xxv. 31---46.
1 LO, he comes, the King of glory,
With his chosen tribes to reign:
Countless hosts of saints and angels
Swell the mighty conqu'ror's train:
Now in triumph,

Sin and death are captive led.

2 See the rocks and mountains rending, All the nations fill'd with dread: Hark! the trump of God proclaiming Thro' the mansions of the dead,

"Come to judgment,"

Stand before the Son of Man.

[3 'Now behold the dead awaking:

Great and small before him stand:
Not one soul forgot or missing,
None his orders countermand:

All stand waiting

For their last decisive doom.']

4 Hear the chief among ten thousand,
Thus address his faithful few:

"Come, ye blessed of my Father,
"Heaven is prepar'd for you: