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4. Think, O my soul, the dreadful day, When this incensed God
Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
5. What shall the wretch, the sinner do?
But he shall dread the thund❜rer now,
6. Tempests of angry fire sltall roll,
Hymn 431. L. M.
The books opened, Rev. xx. 12.
HE mighty deep gives up her trust, Aw'd by the Judge's high command; Both small and great now quit their dust, And round the dread tribunal stand.
2. Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th' important fates of men; Each deed and word now public made,
As wrote by heaven's unerring pen. 3. To ev'ry soul, the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward: Sinners in vain lament and pine,
No plea the Judge will here regard. 4. Lord, when these awful leaves unfold,
May life's fair book my soul approve : There may I read my name enroll'd, And triumph in redeeming love.
Hymn 432. L. M.
E comes! he comes! the Judge severe ;
His lightnings flash, his thunders roll;
And all the saints of the Most High;
Hymn 433. P. M.
O! he comes with clouds descending,
God appears with man to reign.
2. Ev'ry eye shall now behold him,
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Shall the true Messiah see.
To his ransom'd worshippers;
Gaze we on those glorious scars! 4. Yea, Amen! let áll adore thee, High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour take thy pow'r and glory,
Hymn 434. c. M.
Assurance of Heaven, 2 Tim. iv. 6, 7, 8, 18.
OD has laid up in heav'n for me A crown which cannot fade; The righteous Judge, at the great day Shall place it on my head.
2. Nor hath the King of grace decreed This prize for me alone;
But all that love and long to see
3. Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
4. God is my everlasting aid,.
And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid, And endless praise. Amen.
Hymn 435. c. M.
Heaven invisible and holy. 1 Cor. ii. 9, 10.
1.NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
sense nor reason known, What joys the Father has prepar'd For those that love the Son.
2. But the good Spirit of the Lord Reveals a heav'n to come:
The beams of glory in his word
3. Pure are the joys above the sky,
4. Those holy gates for ever bar
5. He keeps the Father's book of life,
Hymn 436. c. M.
N Jordan's rugged banks I stand,
2. O the transporting, rapturous scene,
Sweet fields array'd in living green,
3. There gen'rous fruit that never fails,
There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
4. O'er all those wide extended plains Shines one eternal day:
There God, the sun, for ever reigns,
And scatters night away.
5. No chilling winds,, nor poisonous breath,
Hymn 437. c. M.
HAT sacred raptures fire my breast,
Whilst the low earth stretch'd out immense A spacious prospect lies!
2. Bright gilded palaces in view
3. Lo! the wide shrinking orbs no more
But wrapt in clouds their fading scene
4. What sparkling orbs, thro' the great void, Fill all the ambient skies?
Whilst happy vales and amber streams,
1. HAIL glorious GOD! thy boundless pow'r
2. What rapid car thus whirls my soul Beyond the azure skies?
A burst of glory drowns my sight,
In bright effulgence, here, thy beams