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Death and the Resurrection

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #49b (1793) First Line: Ye sons of pride, that hate the just Lyrics: 1 Ye sons of pride, that hate the just, And trample on the poor, When death has brought you down to dust, Your pomp shall raise no more. 2 The last great day shall change the scene; When will that hour appear? When shall the just revive, and reign O'er all that scorn'd them here? 3 God will my naked soul receive, Call'd from the world away, And break the prison of the grave, To raise my mould'ring clay. 4 Heav'n is my everlasting home, Th' inheritance is sure; Let men of pride their rage resume, But I'll repine no more. Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Languages: English

The last Judgment

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #50f (1793) First Line: The God of glory sends his summons forth Lyrics: 1 The God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sov'reign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His veng'ance sleeps no more: behold the day; Behold, the Judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heav'n, earth and hell draw near; let all things come "To hear my justice and the sinners doom: "But gather first my saints, the Judge commands: "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. 4 "Behold my cov'nant stands forever good, "Seal'd by th'eternal sacrifice in blood, "And sign'd with all their names; the Greek the Jew "That paid the ancient worship or the new. There's no distinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints. for heav'n rejoices. 5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye angels spread their thrones, "And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons, "Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd "Ere time began, 'tis your divine reward. When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. Pause the First. 6 "I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God, "The sov'reign Judge: ye heav'ns proclaim abroad "My just eternal sentence, and declare "Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear. When God appears, all nature shall adore him, While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 7 "Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer and profane, "Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vain; "Thou hypocrite, once drest in saint's attire, "I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. Judgment proceeds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 "Not for the want of goats, or bullocks slain "Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain "Without the flames of love; in vain the store "Of brutal off'rings that were mine before. Earth is the Lord's, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 9 "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? "When did I thirst or drink thy bullock's blood? "Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, "Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed. All is the Lord's, he rules the wide creation; Gives sinners veng'ance, and the saints salvation. 10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, "Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? "Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold "Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. Pause the Second. 11 "Unthinking wretch! how could'st thou hope to please "A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? "While with my grace and statues on thy tongue, "Thou lov'st deceit, and do'st thy brother wrong. Judgment proceeds, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; "Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends: "While the false flatt'rer at my altar waits, "His harden'd soul divine instruction hates. God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. 13 "Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love; "But did'st thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious thought within, "That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin? See God appears, all nations join t'adore him; Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. 14 "Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, "And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; "Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear "Thy bleeding heart and no deliv'rer near. Judgement concludes, hell trembles, heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Epiphonema. 15 "Sinners awake betimes; ye fools be wise; "Awake before this dreadful morning rise: "Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend, "Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend. Then join ye saints, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The last Judgment; or, the Saints rewarded

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #50a (1793) First Line: The Lord, the Judge, before his throne Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Judge before his throne, Bids the whole earth draw nigh, The nations near the rising sun, And near the Western sky. 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, "Judgment will ne'er begin;" No more abuse his long delay To impudence and sin. 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way, Thunder and darkness, fire and storm Lead on the dreadful day. 4 Heav'n from above his call shall hear, Attending angels come, And earth and hell shall know, and fear His Justice and their doom. 5 "But gather all my saints (he cries) "That made their peace with God, "By the Redeemer's sacrifice, "And seal'd it with his blood. 6 "Their faith and works, bro't forth to light, "Shall make the world confess "My sentence of reward is right, "And heav'n adore my grace." Scripture: Psalm 50:1-6 Languages: English

Hypocrisy exposed

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #50d (1793) First Line: The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns, Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches 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. 5 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. 7 Oh 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. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The last Judgment

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #50e (1793) First Line: The Lord, the sov'reign sends his summons forth Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sov'reign sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From East to West the sounding orders spread Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead; No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His veng'ance sleeps no more: behold the day. 2 Behold, the Judge descends, his guards are nigh, Tempest and fire attend him down the sky; Heav'n, earth and hell, draw near: let all things come To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom; But gather first my saints, (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. 3 Behold my cov'nant stands forever good, Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood, And sign'd with all their names; the Greek the Jew That paid the ancient worship or the new, There's no distinction here, prepare their thrones, And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons. 4 I, their almighty Saviour and their God, I am their Judge: Ye heav'ns proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those aweful truths, that sinners dread to hear; Sinners in Sion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain, Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal off'rings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed. 6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or taste the victim's blood? Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? 7 Unthinking wretch! how could'st thou hope to please A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong; In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves, and adult'rers are thy chosen friends. 8 Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love, But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God the righteous would indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul. 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; Lest, like a lion, his last veng'ance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Obedience is better than Sacrifice

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #50b (1793) First Line: Thus saith the Lord, the spacious fields Lyrics: 1 Thus saith the Lord, "the spacious fields "And flocks and herds are mine, "O'er all the cattle of the hills "I claim a right divine. 2 "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, "Nor bullocks burnt with fire; "To hope and love, to pray and praise, "Is all that I require. 3 "Invoke my name when trouble's near, "My hand shall set thee free; "Then shall thy thankful lips declare "The honour due to me. 4 "The man that offers humble praise, "Declares my glory best; "And those that tread my holy ways, "Shall my salvation taste." Scripture: Psalm 50:10-11 Languages: English

The Judgment of Hypocrites

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #50c (1793) First Line: When Christ to judgment shall descend Lyrics: 1 When Christ to judgment shall descend, And saints surround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. 2 “Not for the want of bullocks slain "Will I the world reprove; "Altars and rites, and forms are vain "Without the fire of love. 3 "And what have hypocrites to do "To bring their sacrifice? "They call my statutes just and true, "But deal in theft and lies. 4 "Could you expect to ’scape my sight, "And sin without controul; "But I shall bring your crimes to light, "With anguish in your soul." 5 Consider, ye, that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear; If once you fall beneath his sword, There's no deliv'rer there. Scripture: Psalm 50:1 Languages: English

Original and actual Sin confessed

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #51b (1793) First Line: Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin Lyrics: 1 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. [3 Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true: Oh make me wise betimes to spy My danger and my remedy.] 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 hysop-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. 7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice; And make my broken heart rejoice. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

Original and actual Sin confessed and pardoned

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #51d (1793) First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress Lyrics: 1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress And guilt before thine eyes; Against thy laws, against thy grace, How high my crimes arise! 2 Should'st thou condemn my soul to hell, And crush my flesh to dust, Heav'n would approve thy veng'ance well, And earth must own it just. 3 I from the stock of Adam came, Unholy and unclean; All my original is shame, And all my nature sin. 4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew Contagion with my breath; And, as my days advanc'd, I grew A juster prey for death. 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love; O make my broken spirit whole, And bid my pains remove. 6 Let not thy spirit e'er depart, Nor drive me from thy face; Create anew my vicious heart, And fill it with thy grace. 7 Then will I make thy mercy known Before the sons of men; Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again. Scripture: Psalm 51:3-13 Languages: English

Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #51e (1793) First Line: O God of mercy, hear my call Lyrics: 1 O God of mercy, hear my call, My loads of guilt remove, Break down this separating wall That bars me from thy love. 2 Give me the presence of thy grace, Then my rejoicing tongue Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song. 3 No blood of goats nor heifer slain For sin could e'er atone; The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone. 4 A soul opprest with sin's desert My God will ne'er despise; A humble groan, a broken heart, Is our best sacrifice. Scripture: Psalm 51:14-17 Languages: English