Resurrection of the Saints.

6 Lord, make thy faith and love sincere ; My judgment sound, my conscience clear; And when the toils of life are past,

May I be found in peace at last.

FAWCETT.

SECTION II.

THE RESURRECTION.

HYMN 145.

C.M.

Resurrection of the Saints.

How long shall death, the tyrant, reign,
And triumph o'er the just?
While the rich blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust.

2 Lo! I behold the scatter'd shades!
The dawn of heaven appears;
The sweet immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres.

3 I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room;
The trumpet shakes the ground.

4 I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise! "
And lo! the graves obey;

And waking saints, with joyful eyes,
Salute the expected day.

5 They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the midway air;

In shining garments meet their King,
And low adore him there.

6 O may our humble spirits stand
Among them, clothed in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.

The Judgment.

7 How will our joy and wonder rise, When our returning King

Shall bear us homeward through the skies On love's triumphant wing.

HYMN 146.

WATTS.

C.M.

Resurrection anticipated.

GREAT God! I own thy sentence just,
And nature must decay:
I yield my body to the dust,

To dwell with fellow clay.

2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,
And trample on the tombs:
My Jesus, my Redeemer lives;
My God, my Saviour comes!

3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear,
High on a royal seat:

And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

4 Though greedy worms devour my skin,
And gnaw my wasting flesh;
When God shall build my bones again,
He'll clothe them all afresh.

5 Then shall I see thy lovely face
With strong immortal eyes,
And feast upon thy unknown grace
With pleasure and surprise.

AND will the Judge descend?

And must the dead arise?

And not a single soul escape

His all-discerning eyes?

WATTS.

The Judgment.

2 And from his righteous lips
Shall this dread sentence sound,
And through the numerous guilty throng
Spread black despair around?

3

"Depart from me, accursed,
To everlasting flame,

For rebel angels first prepared,

Where mercy never came."

4 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,

When earth and heaven, before his face,
Astonish'd, shrink away?

5 But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead;

6

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.

7

So shall that curse remove,

By which the Saviour bled;

And the last awful day shall pour

His blessings on your head. Doddridge.

BEHOLD! the Judge, the Saviour comes! *
The trumpet wakes the rising dead;
His throne of judgment he assumes;
O'er the wide earth the summons spread.

2 Lo! all assembled at his bar!

Now every eye must Jesus see;
Proud unbelievers must appear,

That fain would from his presence flee.
3 All who have pierced him too shall come;
Now harden'd hearts begin to fail;
For each must hear his righteous doom,
And all the ungodly race shall wail.

The Judgment.

"Hide us, ye mountains," hark! they cry, "From Him that sits upon the throne; Shield us from his all-piercing eye,

And from his more tremendous frown." 5 Now dawns the awful day of wrath; The hour of vengeance is at hand, Which dooms the guilty souls to death: And who may in his presence stand? 6 The saints alone at that dread hour, With joy and triumph lift their head; While at his sight whom they adore, The earth, the sea, the skies, are fled. HYMN 149.

The same.

P.M.

DAY of judgment ! day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round:
How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!

2 See the Judge, our nature wearing,
Clothed 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!

3 At his call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea:
All the powers of nature, shaken
By his looks, prepare to flee:
Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee?

4 Horrors past imagination

Will surprise thy trembling heart, When thou hear'st thy condemnation, "Hence, accursed wretch, depart: Thou with Satan

And his angels, have thy part."

The Wise Virgins summoned, fc.

5 But to those who have confessed,
Loved, and served the Lord below,
He will say,
"Come near, ye blessed,
See the kingdom I bestow !
You for ever

Shall my love and glory know." 6 Under sorrows and reproaches,

May this thought our courage raise,
Swiftly God's great day approaches;
Sighs shall then be changed to praise :
May we triumph

When the world is in a blaze! NEWTON.

A Prospect of the Judgment leading to
Repentance.

WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
I view my Maker face to face,
Oh! how shall I appear?

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought.

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

Oh! how shall I appear?

4 Oh! may my broken, contrite heart,

Timely my sins lament;

And early with repentant tears,

Eternal woes prevent!

ADDISON.

HYMN 151.

4-6's & 2-8's.

The Wise Virgins summoned to meet the

heavenly Bridegroom.

YE virgin souls, arise;
With all the dead awake!

Unto salvation wise;

Oil in your vessels take: