3. Evil thoughts shall shake the proud, Racking doubt and restless fear; And, amid the thunder cloud, Shall the Judge of men appear. 4. But though from that awful face, Heaven shall fade, and earth shall fly; Fear not ye, his chosen race, Your redemption draweth nigh. HYMN 230. (c. M.) The reign of Christ. 1. THE Lord is come; let heav'n rejoice; 2. Joy to the earth; the Saviour reigns; Let praise our tongues employ ; While seas and shores, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the notes of joy. 3. No more let sin and sorrow grow, He comes to make his blessings flow, 4. He rules the world with truth and grace, And bids the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, HYMN 231. (L. M.) The Lord shall descend from heaven. 1. HE comes! he comes! the judge severe ! 2. From heaven angelic voices sound, HYMN 232. (8.8.6.) The coming and reign of Christ. 1. HIS kingdom comes! ye saints rejoice, 2. High o'er the pomp of worldly state, Now shall the lands confess his pow'r, 3. Before the terrors of his face Prostrate be ev'ry haughty foe, HYMN 233. (7.7.D.) Hallelujah. 1. HARK! the song of jubilee, When it breaks upon the shore———- God Omnipotent, shall reign: Echo round the earth and main. 2. Hallelujah!-hark! the sound, Sheath'd his sword: He speaks-'tis done, And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of his Son. 3. He shall reign from pole to pole, With illimitable sway: 1. 2. 3. He shall reign, when, like a scroll, HYMN 234. (P. M.) The Saviour's Return. COME ye who love the Lord, His goodness to adore: To heaven and earth aloud proclaim He left his throne above, His glory laid aside, Came down on wings of love, And wept, and bled, and died : The pangs he bore, what tongue can tell, He burst the grave: He rose Victorious from the dead; Up thro' the heavens the conqu'ror rode 4. He soon again will come To realms of endless day : HYMN 235. (s.M.D.) Preparation for Judgment. 1. THOU Judge of quick and dead, 2. For that tremendous day, And fill us now with watchful care, And stir us up to pray. Το pray and wait the hour, That awful hour unknown, When, rob'd in majesty and power, Thou shalt from heaven come down; To judge the human race, 3. Oh! may we still be found And waiting for the trumpet's sound, Our lot among the bless'd, That, found in thee we may secure |