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Day of judgment, day of wonders

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #481 (1871) Lyrics: 1 Day of judgment, Day of wonders! Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, Louder than a thousand thunders, Shakes the vast creation round! How the summons Will the sinner's heart confound! 2 See the Judge our nature wearing, Clothed in majesty divine! You who long for His appearing Then shall say, This God is mine; Gracious Saviour, Own me on that day for Thine. 3 At His call the dead awaken, Rise to life from earth and sea: All the powers of nature, shaken By His looks, prepare to flee: Careless sinner! What will then become of thee? 4 But to those who have confesséd, Loved, and served the Lord below, He will say, Come near, ye blesséd, Take the kingdom I bestow;: You for ever Shall My love and glory know. Topics: The Judgment Languages: English

How will my heart endure

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #482 (1871) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day, When earth and heaven before His face Astonish'd shrink away? 2 But ere the trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead, Hark! from the Gospel's cheering sound What joyful tidings spread. 3 Ye sinners, seek His grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear; Fly to the shelter of His Cross, And find salvation there. 4 So shall that curse remove, By which the Saviour bled; And the last awful day shall pour His blessings on your head. Topics: The Judgment Languages: English

Day of wrath! oh, day of mourning!

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #483 (1871) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Day of wrath! oh, day of mourning! See fulfill'd the prophet's 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 Whence the Judge His seat attaineth, And each hidden deed arraigneth, Nothing unavenged remaineth. 7 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing? 8 King of Majesty tremendous, Who dost free salvation send us, Fount of pity! then befriend us! 9 Think, kind Jesu, my salvation Cost Thy wondrous incarnation; Leave me not to reprobation! 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! for sin's pollution Grant Thy gift of absolution, Ere that day of retribution. 12 Guilty, now I pour my moaning, All my shame with anguish owning; Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning! 13 Thou the sinful woman saved'st; Thou the dying thief forgavest, And to me a hope vouchsafest. 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, See, like ashes, my contrition; Help me in my last condition. 18 Ah, that day of tears and mourning! From the dust of earth returning Man for judgment must prepare him. 19 Spare, O God, in mercy, spare him! Lord, all pitying, Jesu blest, Grant us Thine eternal rest. Topics: The Judgment Languages: English

Great God, what do I see and hear!

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #484 (1871) Lyrics: 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! 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding: No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him. 3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears, Behold His wrath prevailing; For they shall rise, and find their tears And sighs are unavailing: The day of grace is past and gone; Trembling, they stand before the throne, All unprepared to meet Him. 4 Great God, what do I see and hear! The end of things created! The Judge of mankind doth appear, On clouds of glory seated. Low at His Cross I view the day When heaven and earth shall pass away, And thus prepare to meet Him. Topics: The Judgment Languages: English

Hark! Hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #485 (1871) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Hark! hark, my soul, Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore: How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;" And, through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 4 Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; All journeys end in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. Languages: English

Christ leads me through no darker rooms

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #486 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before; And he that in God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. 2 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blesséd face to see; For if Thy work on earth be sweet, What must Thy glory be! 3 Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary, sinful days, And join with the triumphant saints To sing Jehovah's praise. 4 My knowledge of that life is small; The eye of faith is dim; But 't is enough that Christ knows all, And I shall be with Him! Languages: English

How long shall earth's alluring toys

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #487 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How long shall earth's alluring toys Detain our hearts and eyes, Regardless of immortal joys, And strangers to the skies? 2 These transient scenes will soon decay, They fade upon the sight; And quickly will their brightest day Be lost in endless night. 3 Their brightest day, alas! how vain! With conscious sighs we own; While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain O'er shade the smiling noon. 4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly Above these gloomy shades, To those bright worlds beyond the sky, Which sorrow ne'er invades,-- 5 There, joys unseen by mortal eyes, Or reason's feeble ray, In ever-blooming prospects rise, Unconscious of decay. 6 Lord, send a beam of light divine To guide our upward aim: With one reviving touch of Thine Our languid hearts inflame. 7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, Our ardent wishes rise, To those bright scenes where pleasures spring Immortal in the skies. Languages: English

There is a land of pure delight

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #488 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dress'd in living green; So, to the Jews fair Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between. 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink, To cross the narrow sea; And linger, shivering, on the brink, And fear to launch away. 5 O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes;-- 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. Languages: English

For ever with the Lord

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #489 (1871) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 For ever with the Lord! Amen, so let it be! Life from the dead is in that word; 'Tis immortality. 2 Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. 3 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near At times to faith's far-seeing eye Thy golden gates appear! 4 Ah, then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above. 5 Yet clouds will intervene, And all my prospect flies; Like Noah's dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies. 6 Anon the clouds depart, The winds and waters cease, While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart, Expands the bow of peace. Languages: English

The world is very evil

Hymnal: HPEC1871 #490 (1871) Lyrics: 1 The world is very evil, The times are waxing late, Be sober and keep vigil, The Judge is at the gate; The Judge Who comes in mercy, The Judge Who comes with might, Who comes to end the evil, Who comes to crown the right. 2 Arise, arise, good Christian, Let right to wrong succeed; Let penitential sorrow To heavenly gladness lead, To the light that has no evening, That knows nor moon nor sun, The light so new and golden, The light that is but one: 3 The Home of fadeless splendour, Of flowers that fear no thorn, Where they shall dwell as children Who here as exiles mourn; 'Midst power that knows no limit, Where wisdom has no bound, The Beatific Vision Shall glad the saints around. 4 O happy, holy portion, Refection for the blest, True vision of true beauty, Sweet cure for all distrest; Strive, man, to win that glory; Toil, man, to gain that light; Send hope before to grasp it, Till hope be lost in sight. 5 O sweet and blessèd country, The Home of God's elect! O sweet and blessèd country That eager hearts expect! Jesu, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. Languages: English