g 3 Thron'd on a cloud, our God shall Bright flames prepare his way; [come, Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, Lead on the dreadful day!

-4 Heav'n from above his call shall bear, Attending angels come;

g And earth and hell shali know and fear, His justice and their doom.

d 5 "But gather all my saints," he cries, "Who made their peace with God, "By the Redeemer's sacrifice, "And sealed it with his blood.

6 "Their faith and works, brought forth to light;

"Shall make the world confess "My sentence of reward is right, "And heav'n adore my grace." MEAR. WINDSOR.

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2 Wretches! they dare rehearse his

name,

With lips of falsehood and deceit;
A friend or brother they defame,
And sooth and flatter those they hate.

3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong,

Yet dare to seek their Maker's face; They take his cov'nant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace.

4 To heav'n they lift their hands unclean,

Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood;
By night they practise every sin,
By day their mouths draw near to God.

3 And while his judgments long delay,
They grow secure, and sin the more;
They think he sleeps as well as they,
And put far off the dreadful hour.

6 O dreadful hour, when God draws near, And sets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliv'rer dare to rise.

GENEVA. BABYLON.

P. M. SECOND PART.

The last Judgment.

1 THE God of glory sends his summons

forth, [the north; Calls the south nations, and awakes From east to west the sov'reign orders spread, [dead.

Thro' distant worlds, and regions of the The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; [ful voices. Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheer

2 No more shall Atheists mock his long delay; [the day; His vengeance sleeps no more; behold Behold the Judge descend; his guards are nigh; [sky. Tempests and fire attend him down the When God appears, all nature shall adore him; [fore him. While sinners tremble, saints rejoice be

3 "Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near: -Let all things come, [doom! "To hear my justice, and the sinner's "But gather first my saints," the Judge commands; [tant lands."

"Bring them, ye angels, from their disWhen Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; [salvation. And shout ye saints, he comes for your

4 "Behold, my cov❜nant stands for ever good,

Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood,

PSALM 51. L. M. FIRST PART.

A Penitent pleading for Pardon.

P1 HEW pity, Lord, O Lord forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live;
e Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

- My crimes are great, but can't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
g Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
-So let thy pard'ning love be found.

SO wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here-on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace:
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my
breath,

e I must pronounce thee just in death; e And if my soul were sent to hell, -Thy righteous law approves it well.

e6 Yet save a trembling sinner Lord, -Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, [there, Would light on some sweet promise Some sure support against despair. GERMAN HYMN. GENEVA.

L. M. SECOND PART.
Original and actual Sin confessed.

e i LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart;
But we're defil'd in ev'ry part.
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4 Behold, I fall before thy face;

My only refuge is thy grace;

No outward forms can make me clean; The leprosy lies deep within.

5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

-6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath pow'r sufficient to atone;
Thy blood can make me white as snow,
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
ARMLEY, GENEVA,

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WERE I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings; I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things.

5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home;
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

6 Vain hopes-and vain inventions all,
To 'scape the rage of hell!

-The mighty God on whom I call,

Can save me here as well.

o 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry;

The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.

8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear,
If he command their aid.

-6 God counts the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect his ears;

Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.

7 When to thy throne I raise my cry, The wicked fear and flee;

o So swift is prayer to reach the sky, So near is God to me.

-9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord Thou shalt receive my praise;

0 Il sing, "How faithful is thy word; "How righteous all thy ways."

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-10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from O set a pris'ner free! [death, o That heart and hand, and life and May be employ'd for thee. [breath, WANTAGE.

PSALM 57. L. M.

Praise for Protection, Grace and Truth. YGod,in whom are all the springs

Mof boundless love, and grace un

known,

e Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown