3 Lo, I behold the scattering shades;

The dawn of heaven appears ;
The sweet, immortal morning spreads

Its blushes round the spheres. 4 I see the Lord of glory come,

And flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,

The trumpet shakes the ground. 5 I hear the voice, “Ye dead, arise ;

And, lo, the graves obey,
And waking saints, with joyful eyes,

Salute the expected day.

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S. M.

DODDRIDGE. God quickening the Dead. 1 THE ever-living God

The expiring church shall raise ;
Our hearts his promises receive,

And wake a shout of praise. 2 " Yes," saith the God of truth,

“My dead shall live again;
The foe shall see their Leader's breath

Reanimate the slain.
3 "The dew of heaven shall fall

In rich abundance round,
And a redundant harvest rise

To clothe the teeming ground.”
Á Thy Zion, Lord, believes

A promise so divine,
And looks through all her flowing tears,

To see the glory shine.

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C. M.

DODDRIDGE. A Prospect of Death and Judgment. 1 THE day approacheth, O my soul,

The great, decisive day,
Which from the verge of mortal life

Shall bear thee far away.
2 Another day, more awful, dawns;

And, lo, the Judge appears ;
Ye heavens, retire before his face,

And sink, ye darkened stars.
3 Yet does one short, preparing hour,

One precious hour, remain;
Rouse thee, my soul, with all thy power,

Nor let it pass in vain.
4 For this, thy temple, Lord, we throng;

For this, thy board surround;
Here may our service be approved,

And in thy presence crowned.

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C. M.

ADDISON. Prospect of Judgment. 1 WHEN rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face,

O, how shall I appear !
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought,

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,

O, how shall I appear !
4 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee;

Thy nature is benign;
Thy pardoning mercy I implore,

For mercy, Lord, is thine.
5 O, let thy boundless mercy shine

On my benighted soul ;
Correct my passions, mend my heart,

And all my fears control.
6 And may I taste thy richer grace,

In that decisive hour
When Christ to judgment shall descend,

And time shall be no more.

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L. M.

BISHOP HEBER. Christ coming to Judgment. 1 THE Lord will come; the earth shall quake,

The hills their fixed seat forsake;
And, withering, from the vault of night,

The stars withdraw their feeble light. 2 The Lord will come, but not the same

As once in lowly form he came,
A silent Lamb to slaughter led,

The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 3 The Lord will come, a dreadful form,

With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human kind.

4 Can this be he who wont to stray

A pilgrim on the world's highway,
By power oppressed, and mocked by pride?

O God, is this the Crucified ?
5 Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain;

Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain ;
But faith, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy, “ The Lord is come.”

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7 M.

BISHOP HEBER. The last Judgment. 1 IN 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,

Tossed with stronger tempests, rise;
Darker storms the mountain sweep,

Redder lightning rend the skies.
3 Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,

Racking doubt and restless fear;
And amid the thunder-cloud

Shall the Judge of men appear. 4 But though from that awful face

Heaven shall fade, and earth shall fly,
Fear not ye, his chosen race,

Your redemption draweth nigh.

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P. M.

LOTHER. Judgment Hymn. 1 GREAT God, what do I see and hear?

The end of things created !
The Judge of mankind doth appear

On clouds of glory seated;
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore
The dead which they contained before ;

Prepare, my soul, to meet him.

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L. M.

SIR W. Scott. The last Day. 1 THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,

When heaven and earth shall pass away!
What power shall be the sinner's stay ?

How shall he meet that dreadful day? 2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,

The flaming heavens together roll;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,

Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ;3 O, on that day, that wrathful day,

When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be thou the trembling sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.

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P. M.

Roscommon. Day of Judgment. 1 THE day of wrath, that dreadful day,

Shall the whole world in ashes lay,
As David and the Sibyls say.