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4. Think, O my soul, the dreadful day,
When this incensed God
And send his wrath abroad !
He once defy'd the Lord :
And sink beneath his word.
To blast the rebel-worm,
In one eternal storm.
Hymn 431. L.M.
The books opened, Rev. xx. 12. 1. '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 enrollid, And triumph in redeeming love.
Hymn 432. 1. M. ";
E comes! he comes ! the Judge severe ;
His lightnings flash, his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul ! 2. From heav'n angelic voices sound,
See the Almighty Jesus crown'd!
And glory decks the Sayiour's face. 3. Descending on his azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own;
And hail him their triumphant Lord! 4. Shout all the people of the sky,
And all the saints of the Most High;
Hymn 433. P. M.
Once for favour'd sinners slain !
Rob'd in dreadful majesty !
Still his dazzling body bears ;
With what rapture
High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour take thy pow'r and glory,
Jah ! Jehovah!
Hymn 434. c. M. Assurance of Heaven, 2 Tim. iv. 6, 7, 8, 18. 1. G
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.
This prize for me alone;
Th’appearance of his Son.
From ev'ry ill design;
This feeble soul of mine. 4. God is my everlasting aid,
And hell shall rage in vain;
And endless praise. Amen.
Hymn 435. c. M.
Rev. xxi. 27. 1. OR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
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
Allure and guide us home.
And all the region peace;
Can see or taste the bliss.
Pollution, sin, and shame;
But followers of the Lamb.
There all their names are found; The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heav'nly ground.
Hymn 436. C. M.
And cast a wishful eye
Where my possessions lie.
That rises to my sight!
And rivers of delight!
On trees immortal grow: There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales,
With milk and honey flow.
Shines one eternal day:
5. No chilling winds, nor poisonous breath,
Can reach that healthful shore: Sickness and sorrow, pain and death
Are felt and fear'd no more.
sacred raptures fire my breast,
Hymn 437. c. M.
FIRST PART. 1.
, And snatch me to the skies, Whilst the low earth stretch'd out immense
A spacious prospect lies ! 2. Bright gilded palaces in view
Their shining turrets rear, And rivers in rich smiling vales,
With seats of bliss appear.
Their florid beauty show,
A groupe of figures grow.
Fill all the ambient skies?
Transport the ravish'd eyes.
Acts thro' all nature's sphere !
I see thy goodness there.
Beyond the azure skies?
And scenes ecstatic rise.
In all their splendour blaze,