A glorious Person appear'd on the land,
And up to the heavens he lifted his hand;
By the greatest of names then he solemnly swore,
That time and mortality should be no more.
A trumpet was heard, a release was proclaim'd;
It came from Jehovah, eternally fam'd;
All-conquering Death seemed wholly dismay'd;
The voice was to him, and he trembled with dread.
The hold of the dead it was quickly expos'd,
And millions of saints found their eyes were unclos'd;
The thunders they roll'd in perpetual peal,
And smash'd Dissolution from pendant to keel.
Now Death to his grief an emetic receiv'd,
And the numbers he'd gorged very soon were reliev'd; With huge and deep heavings resigned the dead, And the chosen appear'd in the form of their Head.
To the sailors then quickly a flame was convey'd,
Mortality felt it, and trembled and fled;
The motion was felt, the sensation was strange;
But nature gave way to a spiritual change.
A ray from the heavens dispelled all shade,
And Glory eternal was sweetly display'd;
The Judge and his Chariot fill'd all with amaze,
His wheels and attendants seem'd all in a blaze.
Death cast up the wicked as sand on the shore;
Yea, all that he ever had gorged before;
And, when he discharged his numberless prey,
He sunk to a shadow, and vanish'd away.
This was the bright morning we long'd to enjoy, When foes to the saints should no longer destroy; Dissolution was floating in ruins on shore, Mortality vanish'd, and Death was no more.
The waters of life they delightfully cheer'd;
The glorious Lord as a river appear'd,
Which leads to the ocean that none can explore;
Eternity has neither bottom nor shore.
Free Grace and her crew all arrived at last,
No sailor was miss'd when the muster was pass'd;
By thousands and millions the angels appear'd,
And welcom'd us home with the anthems we heard.
Creation they hymn'd, and immutable fate, Which fix'd them so firm in their innocent state; Of judgment they sung on the millions that fell, Of election that kept them while others rebel.
We sung of redemption in Jesus the Lord,
Of sovereign love, and how we were restor❜d;
The dangers we met, and the helps that appear'd,
Of infinite wisdom by which we were steer'd.
Delightful the union, and great was the throng,
The melody charming, delightful the song;
An order came forth for ascending the throne,
And when we were seated the judgment came on.
T. Bensley, Printer, Rolt Court,
Fleet Street, London.
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