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of wrath! O day of mourning! See fulfilled the prophets' warning, Heaven and earth in ashes burning!
2 O what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heaven the Judge descendeth, On whose sentence all dependeth.
3 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; Through earth's sepulchres it ringeth; All before the throne it bringeth.
4 Death is struck, and nature quaking; All creation is awaking,
To its Judge an answer making.
5 Lo, the book, exactly worded, Wherein all hath been recorded: Thence shall judgment be awarded.
6 When the Judge His seat attaineth,
7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading,
8 King of Majesty tremendous,
9 Think, kind Jesus, my salvation
10 Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, On the cross of suffering bought me; Shall such grace be vainly brought me?
11 Righteous Judge of retribution, Grant Thy gift of absolution
Ere that reckoning-day's conclusion.
12 Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
All my shame with anguish owning;
13 Thou the sinful woman savedst;
14 Worthless are my prayers and sighing; Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, Rescue me from fires undying.
15 With Thy favored sheep O place me; Nor among the goats abase me;
But to Thy right hand upraise me.
16 While the wicked are confounded, Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, Call me, with Thy saints surrounded.
17 Low I kneel with heart-submission;
18 Ah, that day of tears and mourning!
Man for judgment must prepare him;
19 Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest,
THOU art coming, O my Saviour,
Well may we rejoice and sing:
Herald brightness slowly swells;
2 Thou art coming, Thou art coming;
We shall meet Thee on Thy way,
All our hearts could never say:
Ringing out our love to Thee,
At Thine own all-glorious feet.
3 Thou art coming; at Thy Table
We are witnesses for this;
Earnest of our coming bliss;
Showing not Thy death alone,
But Thy coming and Thy throne,
4 Thou art coming; we are waiting
With a hope that cannot fail;
Anchored safe within the veil:
But the vision must be sure;
Joyful patience can endure.
5 O the joy to see Thee reigning,
Thee, my own beloved Lord!
Brought to Thee with glad accord;
Vindicated and enthroned;
Glorified, adored, and owned.
I IFT up your heads, rejoice,
Now shines a milder sky;
Their new and tender leaf;
That told of winter's grief.
2 Lift up your heads, rejoice,
Redemption draweth nigh;
Now flames the darkening sky;
Descend with heavy fall,
The hidden thunders call.
3 Lift up your heads, rejoice,
Redemption draweth nigh;
Of earth, and air, and sky;
In gentleness and might,
To succor and to smite.
4 He comes, the wide world's King,
He comes, the true heart's Friend,
And ancient wrong to end;
The weary waiting eye:
Redemption draweth nigh.
GREAT God, what do I see and hear!
On clouds of glory seated!