When I see the open'd books,
Writ by the Almighty's pen?
If he to remembrance bring,
And expose to public view,
Ev'ry word and secret thing;

Ah! my soul, what canst thou do?
3 When the list shall be produc'd
Of the talents 1 enjoy'd;
Means and mercies how abus'd,

Time and strength how mis-employ'd;
Conscience then, compell'd to read,
Must allow the charge is true;
Say, my soul, what canst thou plead,
In that hour, what wilt thou do?
4 But the book of life I see,-

Is my name not written there!-
Yes:-from guilt and danger free,
Glad I'll meet him in the air;
That's the book I hope will plead,
My acquittal, and decide,
Though I am a wretch indeed,
Yet for me the Lamb hath dy'd.
5 This to know, is what I crave;
Then with boldness shall I stand,
Number'd with the millions sav'd,
Own'd and bless'd at thy right hand;
If thou help a feeble worm

To believe thy promise now;

Justice will at last confirm

What thy mercy wrought below.

CXLVII. 6, 6, 4. Baltimore Collec.
Day of Judgment.

HARK! hark the trump of God

Sounds through the earth abroad; Time is no more.

Horrors invest the skies,

Graves burst, and myriads rise,

Nature in agonies,

Gives up her store.

2 Chang'd in a moment's space, Lo the affrighted race,

Shrink and despair :

Now they attempt to flee
Dread immortality,
And eye their misery,
Suddenly near.

3 Quick reels the bursting earth,
Rock'd by a storm of wrath,
Huri'd from her sphere;
Heart-rending thunders roll,
Demons tormented how!,
Great God support my soul,
Yielding to fear.

4 O my Redeemer come,
And through the fearful gloom,
Brighten the way.

How would our souls arise,
Soar through the flaming skies,
Join the solemnities,

Of the great day.

5 See, see th' incarnate God,
Swiftly emits abroad,
Glories benign:

Lo, lo, he comes! he's here:
Angels and saints appear,
Fled is my ev'ry fear,
Jesus is mine.

6 High, on a flaming throne,
Rides the eternal Son,
Sov'reign august.

Worlds from his presence flee,
Shrunk at his majesty,

Stars streaming through the sky,
Awfully burst.

7 Thousands of thousands wait
Round the great judgment seat,
Glorified there:
Prostrate the angels fall,
Wing'd is my raptur'd soul,
High to the Judge of all,
Lo, I draw near.

O my approving God,
Wash'd in redeeming blood,

Bold I advance:
Fearless I'll range along,

Join the triumphant throng,
Shout the ecstatic song,

Through the expanse.

CXLVIII. 8, 8, 6. Chatham tune. Rippon's Seleg. Longing for a place at the right hand of the Judge.

1

HEN thou my righteous Judge shalt come

WE To fetch thy ransom'd people home,

Shall I among them stand?

3 Quick reels the bursting earth,
Rock'd by a storm of wrath,
Huri'd from her sphere;
Heart-rending thunders roll,
Demons tormented how!,
Great God support my soul,
Yielding to fear.

4 O my Redeemer come,
And through the fearful gloom,
Brighten the way.

How would our souls arise,
Soar through the flaming skies,
Join the solemnities,

Of the great day.

5 See, see th' incarnate God,
Swiftly emits abroad,
Glories benign:

Lo, lo, he comes! he's here:
Angels and saints appear,
Fled is my ev'ry fear,
Jesus is mine.

6 High, on a flaming throne,
Rides the eternal Son,
Sov'reign august.

Worlds from his presence flee,
Shrunk at his majesty,

Stars streaming through the sky,
Awfully burst.

7 Thousands of thousands wait
Round the great judgment seat,
Glorified there:
Prostrate the angels fall,
Wing'd is my raptur'd soul,
High to the Judge of all,
Lo, I draw near.
O my approving God,
Wash'd in redeeming blood,

Bold I advance:
Fearless I'll range along.

Join the triumphant throng,

Shout the ecstatic song,

Through the expanse.

CXLVIII. 8, 8, 6. Chatham tune. Rippon's Selec. Longing for a place at the right hand of the Judge.

1

HEN thou my righteous Judge shalt come

W To fetch thy ransom'd people home,

Shall I among them stand?

derplex'd with foes from earth and hell. round then roll ye wheels of time; un on my moments that remain ; ept and secur'd by power divine, hope and long for heav'n my home. Zothing below the spacious skies, un, moon, or stars, or friends can fill One moment all my vast desires, Z or tempt my soul on earth to dwell.

END OF THE SONGS.