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3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung Is now at last fulfill'd;
And Death yields up his ancient reign, And, vanquish'd, quits the field.
4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice,
Clothed with immortality.
PIRIT, leave thy house of clay;
ring, resign thy breath;
Spirit, cast thy chains away;
Dust, be thou dissolved in death :Thus the mighty Saviour speaks,
7th P. M. 8 lines 7s.
While the faithful Christian dies; Thus the bonds of life he breaks,
And the ransom'd captive flies.
2 Pris'ner, long detain'd below,
Pris'ner, now with freedom blest, Welcome from a world of wo;
Welcome to a land of rest :Thus the choir of angels sing,
As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring
All the regions of the sky.
3 Grave, the guardian of our dust,
Rests in hope again to rise:
And eternity thy day.
4th P. M. 886, 886.
Tokens of the judgment a source of joy to the believer. [OW happy are the little flock,
Who, safe beneath their guardian-rock,
When war's and tumult's waves run high,
2 The plague, and dearth, and din of war, Our Saviour's swift approach declare, And bid our hearts arise:
Earth's basis shook, confirms our hope;
To meet thee in the skies.
4 Whatever ills the world befall
His chariot will not long delay;
8th P. M. 87, 87, 47.
We also shall appear with Him in glory.
Lord of lords, shall soon appear:
Of his heavenly kingdom near.
2 Sun and moon are both confounded,
3 See the stars from heaven falling;
Rocks and mountains, from his eye!
4 With what diff'rent exclamation
By the marks received for me:-
All with shouts cry out, 'Tis He!
5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. Signs of approaching judgment. N the sun, and moon, and stars, Signs and wonders there shall be; Earth shall quake with inward wars, Nations with perplexity.
2 Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,
Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise; Wilder storms the mountains sweep, Louder thunders rock the skies,
3 Dread alarms shall shake the proud,
Shall the Judge of men appear. 4 But though from his awful face Heaven shall fade, and earth shall fly, Fear not ye, his chosen race, Your redemption draweth nigh.
The second advent.
E comes! He comes! the Judge severe ! The seventh trumpet speaks him near; His lightnings flash, his thunders roll How welcome to the faithful soul! 2 From heaven angelic voices sound: See the almighty Jesus crown'd: Girt with omnipotence and grace, And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending on his great white throne, He claims the kingdoms for his own; The kingdoms all obey his word, And hail him their triumphant Lord. 4 Shout, all the people of the sky, And all the saints of the most High; Our Lord, who now his right obtains, Forever and forever reigns.
Secrets of the heart made known.
2 Yes, every secret of my heart
3 How careful then ought I to live;
4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow;
So shall I to my ways take heed,—
5 If now thou standest at the door,
And make my peace with God, before
Prepare us for that day. DEHOLD! with awful pomp
The Judge prepares to come; The' archangel sounds the dreadful trump, And wakes the gen'ral doom.
2 Nature, in wild amaze,
3 The living look with dread;
4 Horrors all hearts appal;
They quake, they shriek, they cry; Bid rocks and mountains on them fall; But rocks and mountains fly.
5 Great God, in whom we live,