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HYMN 19. Third Part. L.M.
Christ will come to judge the world. (cont.)

  1 'Twas he that cleans'd our foulest sins
And wash'd us in his richest blood;
'Tis he that makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.
  2 To Jesus, our atoning Priest,
To Jesus, our superior king,
Be everlasting pow'r confess'd,
And ev'ry tongue his glory sing.
  3 Behold! on flying clouds he comes,
And ev'ry eye shall see his face;
Tho' with our sins we pierc'd him once;
He now displays his pard'ning grace,
  4 The unbelieving world shall wail,
While we rejoice to see the day;
Come, Lord! nor let thy promise fail,
Kor let thy chariots long delay.
  5 x

HYMN 19. Fourth Part. P.M.
Day of Judgment.

  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,
   Cloth'd in majesty divine!
You who long for his appearing,
   Then shall say, "This God is mine!
"Gracious Saviour,
"Own me in that day for thine!"
  3 At his call, the dead awaken,
   Rise to life from earth and sea:
All the pow'rs of nature, shaken
   By his looks, prepare to flee;

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HYMN 19. Fourth Part. P.M.
Day of Judgment. (cont.)

  3 Careless sinner,
What will then become of thee?
  4 Horrors past imagination,
   Will surprise your trembling heart,
When you hear your condemnation,
   "Hence, accursed wretch, depart!
"Thou with Satan
"And his angels, have thy part!"
"You for ever
   "Shall my love and glory know."
  5 But to those who have confessed,
   Lov'd and serv'd the Lord, below;
He will say, "Come near, ye blessed,
   "See the kingdom I bestow:
  6 Under sorrows and reproaches,
   May this thought our courage raise!
Swiftly God's great day approaches,
   Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise:
May we triumph
When the world is in a blaze.

HYMN 19. Fifth Part. P.M.
Lo, he cometh.

  1 LO! he Cometh! countless trumpets
   Blow to raise the sleeping dead;
Midst ten thousand saints and angels
   See their great exalted head.
Welcome, welcome. Son of God.
HL Note
  2 Now his merit, by the harpers,
   Thro' th' eternal deep resounds;
Now resplendent shine his nail-prints,
   Ev'ry eye shall see his wounds:
They, who pierc'd him,
Shall at his appearance wail.

Henry Livingston Note:
Appears in Music Manuscript as Littleton


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