II.

How the poor sailors stand amaz'd and tremble!

While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody

trumpet,

Roars aloud onset to the gaping waters

Quick to devour them.

III.

Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder,

(If things eternal may be like those earthly) Such the dire terror when the great arch

angel

IV.

Shakes the creation;

Tears the strong pillars of the vault of

heaven,

Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes; See the graves open, and the bones arising, Flames all around 'em!

y.

Hark, the shrill outcries of the guilty wretches!

Lively bright horror, and amazing anguish, Stare through their eyelids, while the living worm lies

Gnawing within them.

VI.

Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings,

And the smart twings, when the eye beholds

The lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of

veng'ance

Rolling afore him.

VII.

Hopeless Immortals! how they scream

and shiver,

While devils push them to the pit wideyawning,

Hideous and gloomy, to receive them

headlong

Down to the center.

VIII.

Stop here, my fancy: (all away, ye horrid
Doleful ideas,) come, arise to JESUS;
How he sits Godlike! and the saints
around him

Thron'd, yet adoring!

IX.

O may I sit there when he comes triumph

ant,

Dooming the nations! then ascend to

glory,

While our hosannas all along the passage Shout the Redeemer,

·E

HYMN LIII. C. M.
The Song of Angels above

I.

ARTH has detain'd me a prisoner long,
And I'm grown weary now:

My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
There's nothing here for you.

II.

Tir'd in my thoughts I stretch me down, And upward glance my eyes,

Upward, my Father, to thy throne,
And to my native skies.

III.

There the dear MAN my Saviour sits, The GOD, how bright he shines! And scatters infinite delights

On all the happy minds.

IV.

Seraphs with elevated strains
Circle the throne around,
And move and charm the starry plains
With an immortal sound.

v.

JESUS, the LORD, their harps employs;
JESUS, my Love, they sing;
JESUS, the Name of both our joys,
Sounds sweet from ev'ry string.

VI.

Hark, how beyond the narrow bounds
Of time and space they run,
And speak in most majestic sounds
The Godhead of the SON.

VII.

How on the Father's breast he lay,
The darling of his soul,
Infinite years before the day

Or heavens began to roll.

VIII.

And now they sink the lofty tone,
And gentler notes they play,
And bring th' eternal Godhead down
To dwell in humble clay.

IX.

O sacred beauties of the MAN!
(The Gon resides within)
His flesh all pure, without a stain,
His soul without a sin.

X.

Then how he look'd, and how he smil'd,
What wond'rous things he said!
Sweet cherubs, stay, dwell here awhile,
And tell what JESUS did.

XI.

At his command the blind awake,
And feel the gladsome rays;
He bids the dumb attempt to speak.
They try their tongues in praise.

XII.

He shed a thousand blessings round
Where e'er he turn'd his eye;
He spoke, and at the sov'reign sound
The hellish legions fly.

XIII.

Thus while with unambitious strife
Th' ethereal minstrels rove
Through all the labours of his life,
And wonders of his love.

XIV.

In the full choir a broken string
Groans with a strange surprise;
The rest in silence mourn their King,
That bleeds, and loves, and dies.

XV.

Seraph and saint, with drooping wings,
Cease their harmonious breath;

No blooming trees, nor bubbling springs, While JESUS sleeps in death.

XVI.

Then all at once to living strains
They summons every chord,

Break up the tomb, and burst his chains,
And shew their rising LORD.

XVII.

Around the flaming army throngs
To guard him to the skies,
With loud hosannas on their tongues,
And triumph in their eyes.

XVIII.

In awful state the conquering GoD
Ascends his shining throne,
While tuneful angels sound abroad
The vict'ries he has won.

XIX.

Now let me rise, and join their song,
And be an angel too;

My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
Here's joyful work for you.

XX.

I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise:
O for some heavenly notes to bear
My spirit to the skies!

XXI.

There, ye that love my Saviour, sit,
There I would fain have place,
Amongst your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see his face.