  1114C. P. M. That he may find mercy, etc. When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To take thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand? 2 I love to meet thy people now, Before thy feet with them to bow, Though 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 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace: Be thou my only hiding-place, In this, the accepted day; Thy pardoning voice, O, let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 And when the final trump shall sound, Among thy saints let me be found, To bow before thy face; Then in triumphant strains I’ll sing, While heaven’s resounding mansions ring With praise of sovereign grace. 1115S. M. Behold the day is come. Behold the day is come; The righteous Judge is near; And sinners, trembling at their doom, Shall soon their sentence hear. 2 Angels, in bright attire, Conduct him through the skies; Darkness and tempest, smoke and fire, Attend him as he flies. 3 How awful is the sight! How loud the thunders roar! The sun forbears to give his light, And stars are seen no more. 4 The whole creation groans; But saints arise and sing: They are the ransomed of the Lord, And he their God and King. 11168s, 7s & 4s. The voice of the archangel, etc. Hark, ye mortals, hear the trumpet Sounding loud, the mighty roar! Hark! the archangel’s voice proclaiming, Thou, old Time, shalt be no more. Rolling ages, Now your solemn close appears. 11178s, 7s & 4s. Every eye shall see him. 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 Lord 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 your trembling heart, When you hear your condemnation, “Hence, accursÉd wretch, depart! Hence, with Satan And his angels have your part.” 5 But to those who have confessÉd, Loved and served the Lord below, He will say, “Come near, you blessÉd, 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! 111811s & 5s. Where shall the ungodly, etc. Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression, What shall thy doom be, when, arrayed in terror, God shall command thee, covered with pollution, Up to the judgement? 2 Stop, thoughtless sinner, stop awhile and ponder, Ere death arrest thee, and the Judge, in vengeance Hurl from his presence thy affrighted spirit, Swift to perdition. 3 Oft has he called thee, but thou wouldst not hear him, Mercies and judgments have alike been slighted; Yet he is gracious, and with arms unfolded, Waits to embrace thee. 4 Come, then, poor sinner, come away this moment, Just as you are, come, filthy and polluted, Come to the fountain open for the guilty; Jesus invites you. 5 But, if you trifle with his gracious message, Cleave to the world and love its guilty pleasures, Mercy, grown weary, shall, in righteous judgment, Leave you for ever. 6 O! guilty sinner, hear the voice of warning; Fly to the Saviour, and embrace his pardon; So shall your spirit meet with joy triumphant, Death and the judgment. |
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