5 6 But ere that trumpet shakes Hark from the Gospel's gentle voice Ye sinners, seek His grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear; Hymn. Death and Judgment. 1 AND am I born to die? What will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be. 2 Wak'd by the trumpet's sound, 3 A fearful, or a joyful doom, O Thou that would'st not have 4 Show me the way to shun Thy dreadful wrath severe, Thou art Thyself the way, So shall I spend my life's short day Obedient to Thy will: So shall I love my GOD, Because He first lov'd me; Hymn. Death and Judgment. 1 AM I then only born to die? 2 How then ought I on earth to live, My sole concern, my single care, 3 No room for mirth or trifling here, Nothing is worth a thought beneath, How make mine own election sure; 5 JESUS, vouchsafe a pitying ray, 2 Ah, write the pardon on my heart, Dymn. Death and Judgment. THOU Judge of quick and dead, With holy joy, or guilty dread, Our caution'd souls prepare For that tremendous day; And fill us now with watchful care, 3 To pray and wait the hour, When rob'd in majesty and pow'r, 1 Thou shalt from heav'n come down; 4 To damp our earthly joys, T' increase our gracious fears, For ever let th' archangel's voice 5 The solemn midnight cry, Ye dead, the Judge is come! 'Arise, and meet Him in the sky, 'And meet your instant doom!' 60 may we thus be found, Attentive to the trumpet's sound, Hymn. Serious View of Judgment. 1 O GOD, mine inmost soul convert ! And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight, 2 Before me place, in dread array, 3 Be this my one great business here, 4 Then, SAVIOUR, then, my soul receive, Hymn. Saints rejoicing in view of Judgment. LO! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain! Thousand, thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of His train : Hallelujah! GOD appears on earth to reign. Every eye shall then behold Him Rob'd in dreadful majesty ; Those who set at nought and sold Him, Deeply wailing, shall the true MESSIAH see! The dear tokens of His passion Still His dazzling body bears; To His ransom'd worshippers: With what rapture gaze we on these glorious 'scars! Yea! Amen! let all adore Thee, SAVIOUR, take the pow'r and glory; Claim the kingdom for Thine own! Jah! Jehovah! everlasting GOD! come down. |