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Lo, he cometh

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DLXXV (1792) Topics: The Day of Judgment First Line: Lo! he cometh! countless trumpets Lyrics: 1 Lo! he cometh! countless trumpets, Blow to rise the sleeping dead; Midst ten thousand saints and angels, See their great exalted head: Hallelujah, Welcome, welcome son of God. 2 Now his merit, by the harpers, Thro' th' eternal deep resounds: Now resplendent shine his nail-prints, Every eye shall see his wounds: They who pierc'd him Shall at his appearance wail. 3 Full of joyful expectation, Saints behold the judge appear: Truth and justice go before him, Now the joyful sentence hear: Hallelujah, Welcome, welcome, judge divine. 4 "Come, ye blessed of my father, "Enter into life and joy; "Banish all your fears and sorrows, Endless praise be your employ:" Hallelujah, Welcome, welcome to the skies. 5 Now at once they rise to glory, Jesus brings them to the king; There, with all the hosts of heaven, They eternal anthems sing: Hallelujah, Boundless glory to the lamb. Languages: English

Lord save me, for thy glorious Name

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LIV (1767) Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 LORD save me, for thy glorious Name, In thy resistless Strength appear To judge my Cause, and to my Pray'r, Vouchsafe to lend a gracious Ear: Mere Strangers whom I never wrong'd, Against my Safety have design'd, And cruel Men that fear no GOD, To take my Soul have close combin'd. 2 But GOD takes part with all my Friends, And he's indeed the surest Guard; The GOD of Truth shall on my Foes Pour down their Falshood's just Reward. Whilst I my grateful Off'rings bring, And sacrifice with grateful Joy, And in his Praise my Time to come. With holy Extacy employ. 3 From dreadful Danger and Distress, The LORD of Life hath set me free: And through his Strength, of all my Foes, The just Destruction I shall see. Scripture: Psalm 54 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord save me, for thy glorious Name]

Lord, with thy wonted mercy hear

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #V (1767) Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 Lord, with thy wonted Mercy hear, The Voice of my Distress; To my complaint bow down then Ear, And all my Wrongs redress. To thee my King and God, I will direct my mournful Cry, Accept my secret Pray'r, For on thee alone rely. 2 Soon as the Morn with cheerful Light, Shall paint the floating Skies, To thee I will my Pray'r address; To thee my Voice shall rise: Ev'n when the early Dawn, Shall shoot abroad it's timed Ray, To thee i will look up, To thee my GOD, devoutly pray. 3 In Men to Folly still inclin'd, The LORD takes not Delight; Nor will permit the sinful wretch, To stand before his Sight. The Wrongs which I sustain, The GOD of Truth will not approve, Who from his holy Place, Will all Unrighteousness remove. 4 The stubborn Fool, who still with Scorn, Rejects his proffer'd Grace, He will reject with just Disdain, And banish from his Face; Those who unrighteous Things, Do still with wicked Hearts pursue, His Vengeance will not leave, To stand unpunish'd in his View. Part 2d: 5. The sland'ring Tongue, oh GOD of Truth! Thou surely wilt destroy; In lying Lips and faithless Hearts, Thy Spirit finds no Joy; So likewise dost thou hate, The Man who is to Blood inclin'd; And his deceitful Race, From thee shall no Protection find. 6 But when thy heav'nly Grace, shall me To thy blest courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing Eyes, And humbly there adore; Ev'n at thy Temple Gate, With constant Zeal I will attend, And thence my Pray'r direct, To GOD, on whom I still depend. 7 Conduct me by thy righteous Laws, To me in mercy show, That sacred path of Truth, oh Lord! In which I ought to go. My Foes stand watching round, In Hopes my sudden Fall to see; Oh guard my heedless Steps, And from their Snares deliver me. 8 Their Mouths vent nothing but Deceit, To Slander still inclin'd; Their wicked Hearts against my Life, Have treach'rously design'd; Their Throat is like a Grave, That ever yawning to devour; They flatter with their Tongue, And still exult in lawless Pow'r. 9 In their own Counsels let them fall, By Loads of Guilt opprest; And as they others would have wrong'd, So let them be distrest. For they against thy Laws, Have ever harden'd Rebels been, They daily thee provok'd, By still persisting in their Sin. 10 But let all those, who trust in thee, Shout with triumphant Joy; And all their Hours in Songs of praise, Delightfully employ. Let those whom thou preserv'st, Thy Goodness all abroad proclaim; And tell what Bliss awaits, Those who revere thy holy Name. 11 To righteous men, the bounteous LORD, His Blessing will impart; Protection he affords to all, Who have an upright Heart. The LORD to all his Saints, His Grace and Favour will extend; And from approaching Harm, Their Lives as with a Shield defend. Scripture: Psalm 5 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, with thy wonted mercy hear]

The Books opened

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DLXXI (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Day of Judgment; Judgment day Books opened First Line: Methinks the last great day is come Lyrics: 1 Methinks the last great day is come, Methinks I hear the trumpet sound That shakes the earth, rends every tomb, And wakes the prisoners under ground. 2 The mighty deep gives up her trust, Aw'd by the judge's high command; Both small and great now quit their dust, And round the dread tribunal stand. 3 Behold the awful books display'd, Big with th' important fates of men; Each deed and word now public made, As wrote by heaven's unerring pen. 4 To every soul, the books assign The joyous or the dread reward: Sinners in vain lament and pine, No pleas the Judge will here regard. 5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold, May life's fair book my soul approve; There may I read my name enroll'd, And triumph in redeeming love. Scripture: Revelation 20:12 Languages: English

My chearful Mind a good Design shall frame

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XLV (1767) Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 My chearful Mind a good Design shall frame, Whilst I the King's loud Praise proclaim; My Tongue directed by my joyful Heart, Is like the Pen that's us'd with ready Art. How matchless is thy Form, O King renown'd! With beaming Glories are thy Temples crown'd, Thy Mouth with Grace continually o'erflows; Because fresh Blessings GOD on thee bestows. 2 Gird on thy Sword, O Prince! in Might excel, Gird on that Sword which doth thy Foes repel; And clad in Ornaments and rich Array, Majestic Pomp, resistless Pow'r display: Ride on in State, and still the Meek protect, Thy dreadful Wrath against thy Foes direct: Let thy right Hand with swift Revenge pursue, All those who strive against the Just and True. 3 The sharpen'd Weapons which thy Hands direct, Thy humbled Foes shall to thy Will subject; Down, down they fall, who dare thy Pow'r oppose, Whilst thro' their Hearts the feather'd Arrow goes; But thou, O God! shall firmly be enthron'd, And thy just Rule by all Mankind be own'd; Thy Sceptre's Sway for ever to endure, Shall always make thy righteous Laws secure. 4 Because thy Heart hath upright Ways approv'd; The purest Truth and strictest Justice lov'd; And hated still in crooked Paths to move, Where wand'ring Sinners ever thoughtless rove; Therefore, thy GOD, did thee to reign appoint, And with the Oil of Joy thy Head anoint: With Cassia, Aloes and Myrrh abound, Thy royal Robes, and spread their Odours round. 5 Amongst the honourable Women plac'd, Do princely Virgins stand, with Beauty grac'd; The glorious Queen herself in State did stand, Array'd in golden Robes, at thy right Hand. But to my Words, O Royal Bride, give Ear, And my Instructions with Attention hear; Forget thy Country, and each former Friend, And on the King alone, with Hope depend. 6 So shall thy Beauty more inviting be; So shall his constant Love encrease to thee; Since he's thy LORD, to him thy Homage pay, And his Affections ne'er shall know decay. The Tyrian Matrons shall rich Presents make, And daily strive thy Favours to partake: The King's fair Daughter inward Graces fill, Her Raiment is of Gold, adorn'd with Skill. 7 She with her nuptial Garments, wide display'd, In costly Robes of Needle Work array'd; While Virgin Trains, attending, stand around, Shall to the King be brought with Glory crown'd. With all the State of solemn Pomp can show, With all the Lustre Riches can bestow; The grand Procession slowly moves along, 'Till the wide Gates receive the pompous Throng. 8 Then, in the Room thy royal Father grac'd, Expect to see thy princely Offspring plac'd; Whom thou in State to diff'rent Realms mayst send, To govern there, and Justice to defend. Whilst this my Song, to future Times preserv'd, Shall tell the Praises, thy great Name deserv'd. And make the World with one Consent proclaim, Thy lasting Glory and perpetual Fame. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English Tune Title: [My chearful Mind a good Design shall frame]

Oh GOD, my gracious GOD, to thee

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXIII (1767) Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 Oh GOD, my gracious GOD, to thee My Morning Pray'rs shall offer'd be; For thee my thirsty Soul doth pant; My parched Flesh implores thy Grace, Within this dry and barren Place, Where I refreshing Waters want. 2 Oh! to my longing Eyes, once more, That View of glorious Pow'r restore, Which thy majestic House displays: Because to me, thy wond'rous Love, Than Life itself does dearer prove, My Lips shall always speak thy Praise. 3 My Life, while I that Life enjoy, In blessing GOD I will employ, With lifted Hands adore his Name: My soul's Content shall be as great, As theirs, who choicest Dainties eat, While I with Joy his Praise proclaim. 4 When down I lie, sweet Sleep to find, Thou, LORD, art present to my Mind; And when I wake in Dead of Night: Because thou still dost Succour bring, Beneath the Shadow of thy Wing I rest with Safety and Delight. 5 My Soul, when Foes would me devour, Cleaves fast to thee, whose matchless Pow'r, In her Support is daily shown: But those the righteous LORD shall slay, That my Destruction wish, and they That seek my Life, shall lose their own. 6 They by untimely Ends shall die, Their Flesh a Prey to Foxes lie, But GOD shall fill the King with Joy: Who swears by thee, shall still rejoice; Whilst the false Tongue, and lying Voice, Thou, LORD, shalt silence and destroy. Scripture: Psalm 63 Languages: English Tune Title: [Oh, God, my gracious God, to thee]

Longing for a place at the right hand of the Judge

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DLXXIX (1792) Topics: The Day of Judgment First Line: When thou my righteous judge shall come Lyrics: 1 When thou my righteous judge shall come To fetch thy ransom'd people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand? 2 I love to meet among them now, Before thy gracious feet to bow, Tho' vilest of them all; But can I bear the piercing thought? What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call? 3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace; Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding place, In this th' accepted day: Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear; Nor let me fall I pray. 4 Let me among thy saints be found, Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound, To see thy smiling face; Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With shouts of sovereign grace. Languages: English

Autumn, or the harvest is the end of the world

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCXIII (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Day of Judgment First Line: See how brown autumn spreads the field Lyrics: 1 See how brown autumn spreads the field; Mark how the whit'ning hills are turn'd; Behold them to the reapers yield, The wheat is sav'd, the tares are burn'd. 2 Thus the great Judge with glory crown'd, Descends to reap the ripen'd earth; Angelic guards attend him down, The same who sang his humble birth. 3 In sounds of glory, hear him speak; "Go search around the flaming world, Haste, call my saints, to rise and take The seats from which their foes were hurl'd. 4 "Go burn the chaff in endless fire, In flames unquench'd consume each tare; Sinners must feel my holy ire, And sink in guilt to deep despair." 5 Thus ends the harvest of the earth, Angels obey the awful voice: They save the wheat and burn the chaff, All heav'n approves the sov'reign choice. Scripture: Matthew 13:39 Languages: English

Since in the LORD my Hope secure is plac'd

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XI (1767) Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 Since in the LORD my Hope secureis plac'd, Who is to me a Refuge ever nigh: Why say ye to my Soul, "Away, make haste! "And like a Bird to distant Mountains fly?" Behold, the Wicked hath his Bow prepar'd, And lurking doth in secret Places lie, That so th' upright in Heart may be enshar'd. 2 When once the firm Assurance fail, Which publick Faith should to the Just impart; 'Tis Time for Innocence, which can't avail, To fly in Haste from such deceitful Art; But GOD his Seat of Judgment will erect; He hates the wicked Man, and knows his Heart, And will his secret crafty Wiles detect. 3 If GOD, the Just, in whom his Soul is pleas'd, With heavy Trials often doth correct; How shall his waken'd Vengeance be appeas'd? What must the Sinful from his Wrath expect? With Fire and Brimstone shall they be distress'd, And dreadful Storms shall punish their Neglect, While righteous Men are with his Favour bless'd. Scripture: Psalm 11 Languages: English Tune Title: [Since in the Lord my Hope secure is plac'd]

Sure wicked Fools, devoid of Shame

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XIV (1767) Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 Sure, wicked Fools, devoid of Shame, Suppose that GOD is but a Name: Corrupt and lewd their Practice grows, No Breast with heav'nly Ardor glows; All Thoughts of Virtue they resign, Their Hearts to evil Ways incline. 2 The LORD, from Realms of endless Day, Did all the Sons of Men survey; Look'd down from his exalted Tow'r, To see if any own'd his Pow'r; To see if any Justice knew, Or did the Paths of Truth pursue. 3 But all he saw were gone aside, None took Religion for their Guide, Not one of all the sinful Race, But was degen'rate grown and base, And still in ev'ry wicked Way, With wand'ring Footsteps went astray. 4 Their Throats are open to devour The helpless Poor, when in their Pow'r; Their Mouths with Curses fill'd and Lies, No Fear of GOD's before their Eyes; Their Ways to swift Destruction tend, And must in certain Ruin end. 5 But will these Workers of Deceit, Like Bread, my harmless People eat? And God's Almighty Pow'r disown? 5 How will they tremble then for Fear, When his just Wrath shall them o'ertake! Are they so dull and senseless grown, That they will GOD's great Pow'r disown? Will they not his Commands obey, And yield to his Almighty Sway? 6 How will they tremble then for Fear, When they behold his Vengeance near! When his just Wrath shall them o'ertake; For GOD will ne'er the Just forsake: For them he will his Arm extend, And from the Foe their Lives defend. 7 Bad Men, in vain, with Scorn deride The Just, who follow Virtue's Guide, And strive their Methods to expose; Since GOD a Refuge is for those: His Eyes shall them with Favour view, Whilst they their righteous Paths pursue. 7 Would he his saving Pow'r extend, And now his People's Cause defend; Oh! would he break their servile Band; What Shouts should echo thro' the Land! How should we then our Songs employ, And join the universal Joy! Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English Tune Title: [Sure wicked fools, devoid of shame]