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Louder than a thousand thunders
Shakes the vast creation round!
Cloth'd in majesty divine!
Then shall say, “This God is mine!' Gracious Saviour, own me in that day for
Rise to life from earth and sea :
By his looks, prepare to flee:
Will surprise your trembling heart,
• Hence, accursed wretch, depart! • Thou with Satan and his angels have thy
Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below,
• See the kingdom I bestow, • You for ever shall my love and glory know.' Under sorrows and reproaches, May this thought your courage
Swiftly God's great day approaches,
Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise : We shall triumph when the world is in a
Welcome to the faithful soul.
Glory decks the Saviour's face. Descending on his azure throne, He claims the kingdoms for his own: The kingdoms all obey hiş word, And hail him their triumphant Lord ! Hail him, bail him, hail him, hail him,
Hail hini, their triumphaat Lord. Shout all the people of the sky, And all the saints of the Most High: Our God, who now his right obtains, For ever, and for ever "reigns ! Ever, ever, ever, ever,
Ever, and for ever reigos.
The Father praise, the Son adore,
Welcome thee, great Three in One.
452. Judgment. He comes ! he comes! to judge the world,'
Aloud th' archangel cries:
And lightnings cleave the skies.
And upward lift their eyes;
In living armies rise.
Of hosts divinely bright,
Array'd in robes of light.
His eyes a fiery flame,
And Jesus is his name.
And scars his vict'ries tell;
Myriads of creatures round his feet
In solemn silence stand.
Princes and peasants here expect
Their last, their righteous doom; The men who dar'd his grace reject,
And they who dar'd presume.
The injur'd Jesus cries,
Flashes from all their eyes.
With rapture in his face, Aloud bis sacred lips repeat
The sentence of his grace : • Well done, my good and faithful sons,
• The children of my love ; • Receive the sceptres, crowns, and thrones,
• Prepar'd for you above."
453. The Judgment. Lo! he cometh, countless trumpets
Blow before the bloody sign;
Heav'n and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him, must ashamed,
Come to judgment,
Shining in his bruised face.
See in solemn pomp appear;
Ev'ry evil to destroy ;
O come quickly :
454. Judgment. Lo ! he comes with clouds descending
Once for favour'd sinners slain ! Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train !